Forgotten Colorado (Vol. 9) Missing Homes Of Sand Creek

Описание: While visiting the location of the Sand Creek Massacre we passed this old homestead. We backed up drove down this long deeply rutted sandy road, It was silent. No noise. The mood in the car went from fun and laughing to mute and tense. We watched each twisted fence post loosely looped with rusted barbed wire as it passed. We neared our location. as we turned into the old drive. I stopped the car and looked at the cattle crossing feet ahead of the bumper. I felt cold. I looked over my right shoulder to my passengers, scanning the horizon between each of them. They where all pale, flush almost. I spoke first "Are we dong this?"

A moment passed that felt like an eternity. My eyes locked with Unnamed's lips as the words I knew where going to be said and I didn't want to hear came off his tongue, "Lets go". we all bailed out of the car looked at each other, looked horizon to horizon in all directions. We felt like we where being watched. I don't remember who said it I believe it was Brooke, but the words "5 minutes" where said. As we crossed the cattle guard on foot something just felt wrong. Every sense was stimulated the hot wind on our skin, the dusty smell and taste of the prairie, Trees uprooted and laid down almost with precision, bricks strewn around foundations, some missing some still there, and only the sound of our footsteps. It was so silent one could have gone mad. Chairs where in trees, a massively deep well was covered with just a few rocks, and old ammo shells crushed under our feet.

Our shutters clicked as fast as they could. I took the steps into the tornado shelter where wasps could no longer afford to nest here. Under ground was hot? This had no logic. I had to get out! Thoughts of " was this where they took shelter, was this where they died" filled my head.

As I came up the stairs and my eyes leveled with the ground I noticed a set of stairs that once led to a front door that no longer remained.

I immediately realized I was alone!

I looked to the car, nobody was there. I hurried toward the fallen barn, Nobody. I felt slightly panicked. I spotted movement on another foundation. A flood of relief came over me as I ran to my group.

We made our way our way to the only standing structure, a dilapidated garage. I thought to myself "We are here, open it!". I have to be honest, as I pulled on the garage door I expected the worst as the rusty wheels creaked back to life.

Luckily it was only filled with dust and poison. Strange sentence I know.

Nobody needed to say a thing, we just looked every direction as we left.

We crossed back over that cattle guard, almost like a imaginary line of safety.

Back in the car, we backed up and left up that dusty, sandy road. The mood lightened as we drove away. I had to stop to take a shot of that fence. The wind blew and I could her children laughing. It wasn't my passengers. We remain silent till the wind began to blow again. The same wind that carried the laughter was almost crisp. That slight giggle, faint but distinguished.

I felt almost slightly sick and my back began to hurt. I jumped in the car and sped off hugging the prairie grass as not to slip into the deep sand.

The rest of the day I tried to justify the sound of laughter. I don't believe in the supernatural/ paranormal so there has to be an explanation, I just don't have one yet.

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