Hello all! It has been a bit since our last post, summer has been extremely busy for Mother Nature's Heroes which is a good thing!!!
As you may recall, Fridays will be dedicated to stories, be them truthful or not, regarding any topic.
Now, on to the reveal of our last Fact or Fiction Friday-The Inheritance. Did you figure it out? Research on the internet? Guess?
This was FICTION! Although the house in the photos as well as the gentleman did/do actually exist, the story behind them is completely false! You can find this story on Commuterlit.com entitled "The Surprise" by Michelle Whitehead.
To refresh your memory about the rules of the game: anything written after the words-Fact or Fiction may indeed be true or not. Until you read the same words again, everything in between is part of the story.
Let us begin!
FACT OR FICTION?
This story takes place in north Burlington, just off of Walker's line.
There is an old abandoned shed, picture seen here, in the middle of no where so it seems. Beautiful wild flowers grow along side the back, a rickety wire fence with large gaps is a few feet away.
You have to climb somewhat of a steep hill off the side road to get to it, and if you didn't know it was there, you would never climb the hill, as you would probably never seen the almost non-existent path leading up to it.
This shed can be seen from Rattlesnake Point, high above the shed, where climbers like to practice their rappelling skills.
Now, old abandoned houses, sheds, shacks, buildings of any kind usually have a story and this one is no different.
I met a young lady while hiking with my husband at one of the conservation parks, who had lived in the area since birth but more importantly, her family had lived in the area since the late 1800's! Like me she loved history and discovering the stories of her ancestors.
She was familiar with this particular shed and actually asked me why I was interested.
Honestly, I had no idea why. Curiosity mainly. Why was this shed standing in the middle of no where, with no other buildings in sight? There was no road leading up to it, no path other than the one I made through the long grass up the hill, crawling over the broken wire fence behind the shed.
I have always been intrigued by dilapidated buildings, especially those with no apparent connection with previous life.
She told me the shed had belonged to one of the farms which had since been torn down, just a mile from the shed. The shed was one of the storage buildings farmers would use to store machinery needed for their crops, especially if one broke down at the back end of the property. There was no dead body, or hidden treasure or anything sinister like you see on T.V.
So, the mystery of the shed was no mystery at all. But I did want to see what kind of machinery I could find, and if these antiques were still there. What an amazing find if anything was left, so naturally we went back and I went inside the shed. The entire front side of the building was gone which led me to believe this lady's story was probably true. The less material needed, the less money spent back in the day.
We dug through the rusted piles of metal, nothing seeming to have any particular shape, mostly piles of broken old farm equipment. I couldn't make anything out, nor could my husband. We found nests of wild animals, skeletons of rodents and other small creatures which was interested as I love teaching about wildlife. I decided to carefully pick up a few bones to examine and see if we could figure out what kind of animal they belonged to. As it was shaded in the shed, we couldn't tell at that time.
We trekked back down the hill to the dead end road and went home. The bones we collected were of a skunk and a bunny, no surprise.
Several weeks later we had a knock on the door. When my husband opened the door there was a policeman on the other side.
A dead body had been found yards from the shed, buried only recently and someone had seen us drive down the road. Since the road was used for the Quarry nearby, they wrote down our licence plate and reported suspicious activity! When we were questioned, interrogated more like it, and our fingerprints taken without a lawyer,-we were quite young at the time, it was discovered that we were the prime suspects. Our fingerprints were all over the murder weapon. A rusted piece of metal.
This happened years ago and I'm writing it to tell everyone to leave well enough alone. Leave the old abandoned buildings, the apparent neglected locales, the broken what-evers. Please. I'm telling this in the first person as I don't wish my identity to be known, it has been hard enough to fit back into society and we have moved several times and now live in a different country. We never want to return to our hometown, ever.
FACT OR FICTION?
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