reply to post by nixie_nox
I told this story once already, but I was in a hurry and shortened it considerably. I'll tell you the unabridged version here.
When I was about 13 years old, a friend told me about a haunted area at the back of his property. It was an old junkyard that the previous owner of
the land had operated in the 70s, allegedly. He told me that a ghost guarded these vehicles, and that they could not be removed. The lack of a road
was also another reason no one had removed them. Me being the young skeptic that I was, just had to go check it out.
We got on his ATV and drove as far as we could, and got off and walked the rest of the way. It probably took an hour to get there, it was out in the
middle of nowhere. I remember walking up to the lake that the cars were parked beside, and it was an odd lake indeed. It covered by my guesstimate
at least 10 acres, but was not more than 3 feet deep in the middle. It had a ton of vegetation/algae growing in it, and appeared to be man made. It
also appeared to have been built recently.
As soon as I was near the area, I started to feel an overwhelming amount of evil and confusion from something. I did not know what, and at the time
decided to ignore it. After looking over the very weird lake, we started to walk over towards the cars that had been parked in the 70s, and
forgotten. The two vehicles that I remember the most vividly, were a 70s mercury, gold with white interior, and a '56 Ford f-100, a completely
original and nearly rust free classic. The mercury had been in a terrible accident, and the whole front end had been bent into what I thought looked
roughly like a mouth. Inside this mouth, was nothing but darkness. I steered my friend away from the sight of the cars, because I was worried his
uncle was going to pop out from inside that engine bay and scare the heck out of me. I was still skeptical by this point. A few things that I did
observe that seemed oddly out of place, was the lack of vegetation growing on and into the cars. It's impossible for a vehicle to sit in the woods
for 30 years, and not start to become reclaimed by nature. Yet these vehicles had nothing growing on them, no leaves piled up on them, very little
rust, and the majority of the tires on the vehicles even had air in them. Strange indeed.
I challenged his claim of there being no road, or no way for the cars to have gotten there. We began by following the obvious access road that left
the area. It turned up nothing but more mystery. We found a very oddly placed bit of cement on part of the road. It appeared old, but had no
cracks. When you lay cement on soil, it will crack within a year. This had no cracks, and no reason for even being there. We walked onward towards
what we knew was a wide swamp/river. As we followed the road, it became less and less visible, and eventually seemed to go directly into the swamp.
Right before it emptied into the swamp, there was a large oak tree growing between the two paths that tires make on a dirt road. There was no
evidence of a bridge ever having been there, and the river was large enough to stop even a hummer.
At this point we made the call that this road obviously could not have been how they got in. We knew they came in by tow truck, because all of the
cars were in fatal accidents. We decided to follow the shoreline and look for a way out. We found, as we expected, two large irrigation ditches that
were about 8 feet deep running completely around and isolating that peninsula that we were on. Absolutely no way out, and quite an inconvenient place
to dump a vehicle. Nothing made much sense, so we decided to make our way back to the lake and the vehicles for a look around. By this time I was
satisfied that his uncle would not be waiting to scare us.
We went back and looked over the cars, the ford had been in a smaller wreck, but had a steering wheel that was bent, probably from a passenger's
face/body ramming into it. God bless shoulder belts. I looked over the mercury closely this time, and noticed it had a 460ci big block v-8 that had
been shoved all the way into the front seat. It looked like the windows had been busted out on each side to remove the occupants. We browsed over
the other cars, which didn't have any redeeming qualities, and decided to go back.
We made one more trip out there about a week later, and nothing had changed other than all the vegetation in the lake had died. It was an uneventful
trip that we used to kill time.
After talking to his uncle, he became curious about the '56 f-100 we claimed to have found. He thought we were lying, because a '56 ford is a
highly desirable truck. To find one mostly intact, is extremely rare. He decided a third trip was in order, and we lead him to the area. We made
what was becoming a familiar trip, and showed him the truck.