Today is the day… while I wait for my hunters to return.
Hit start, I have the timer between the infinite steps set at 4 min.
And away we go…
Sister Adventures: Tombstone Warning
Walking down the railroad tracks was a favorite pastime for the girls. The song “over the river and through the woods…” was not just a song for them, for many years it had been their life. The cabin was not too far from the main road, but far enough that in the winter months one had to stop at the bar below the cabin and take a snowmobile the rest of the way. In the summer months, it was always cooler than at home and the mountain gave way to mighty imaginations. The train tracks were used, but seldom and the engineer always gave plenty of warning blasts as he went through the winding area around the little community of cabins. The sisters were never too far away as far as the adults were concerned, but the adventures they went on seemed to take them miles and miles.
Down the embankment and around the bend there was an abandoned house that sat back from the tracks just far enough that you had to really look to see it. For the longest time, the girls didn’t even know it was there, they were always too focused on the creepy little fence around an area of about four foot square, just enough area to protect the old gray tombstone sitting slightly off kilter and covered with veins of moss and cracks that had formed with time. The pine needles and pine cones were piled against the stone so high you couldn’t even see the design carved into the bottom of the stone. The rest of the weather worn carvings were difficult to read. “1861” was clear enough for the year of death as was the word “Beware” after what must have been a name. For several summers that fenced in little tombstone was enough to keep the girls away from that side of the tracks as they strolled quickly passed that area and on to the meadow at the top of the hill around the bend. Today, however, with an extra bit of curiosity they mustered up a little more courage and decided to go investigate the area a bit more.
The older of the two girls, Melissa, was the first to get to the fence. Looking at that old tombstone gave her the creeps. “Beware” was so clear it was as if someone had gone back over it more recently than the other letters that had been carved so many years ago. “Beware of what?” she wondered. That is when Trace decided she was going to jump around the corner of the wrought iron fence and scare Melissa. “BOO!”. Melissa jumped and they giggled as they played tag around the fence. When Trace stumbled and fell over a tree root they finally saw the house sitting back in the trees. Abandoned and in need of a lot of care, it still had an aura of pride and beauty Melissa wouldn’t have expected. As she looked over the house to try and figure out what was just not quite right about it Melissa noted the big picture windows that weren’t quite new looking but seemed to have some life to them. “Let’s go!” said Trace breaking the spell, “I wanna get closer.
The house was about a hundred yards away from the little tombstone, by now the girls had forgotten all about the words carved into the stone as the curiosity got the better of them. All the way up to the house Melissa couldn’t shake the feeling that this house was not just another abandoned house, there was something strange about it, something that pulls you in and makes the hairs on your arms stand up but inviting at the same time. Trace was skipping alongside Melissa and didn’t seem to sense anything different. When they got to the front door that changed very quickly. As the girls stepped up onto the porch that wrapped around both sides of the house the boards creaked and gave way enough to make the girls test each step. Again, Melissa noticed that there was something about the windows that was just not quite right, she couldn’t quite put her finger on what. Looking at the pillars on either side of the steps she realized they were not just logs, but actual trees that had been stripped of bark and carved but still rooted in the ground where they grew. The pillars at the corners were the same and now that they were closer she could see that the porch was not square as you would think, but built to match those trees and their placement. At each corner of the house was yet another tree. The walls were planks of wood that were not uniform like you’d buy at a lumber yard, they were hand cut and placed in slots cut into the trees. Someone had taken a lot of time to fit them together nicely. Around the doors and windows were smaller trees that had been cut to length but left in log form, with similar slots cut into them. The carvings were detailed and now that the girls were closer, they could see that each depicted a different scene. They looked almost like fairy tales – the old ones that had scary characters and consequences for actions taken. The one closest to Melissa had a scene that looked like a scary version of Little red riding hood, with wolves, and a woodcutter, and of course a little girl in a cape. The look on her face as she looked over her shoulder at the wolf coming behind her was so realistic it gave Melissa goosebumps. She shuddered and stepped forward towards the door. Trace came around her nonchalantly and reached for the door. Before she actually touched the door it opened slowly inviting them in. The door was also carved planks of wood, the faces of men in many forms of emotion. A small window was cut into the door, just big enough to peek out of, the handle a beautiful wood lever style. The girls looked at each other, Melissa couldn’t believe how fearless Trace was like this was just any other house. Trace pushed Melissa into the door and followed for a few steps before both girls froze. There was no electricity in the house, no modern lights, but when they stepped into the darkness there was a sudden glow of light that seemed to come from the very walls of the room itself. The girls could not find a specific source. They just stood there for a minute taking it all in and letting their eyes adjust.
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