Sam and I had been in a relationship for a year prior to his disappearance. I thought about Sam as I began to trek through the wilderness. I ignored the sudden signs of a storm with trepidation, knowing that this is where I needed to be. The light was disappearing behind the clouds, and the air became suddenly hot and stale around me. I kept my hair long to cover up the scars on my face and neck. The day started out cloudy and breezy but when I made it to the top of the hill, the wind began to blow my blonde hair into my face. I saw one of the no trespassing signs had fallen, laying among the tall weeds and I kicked it over, so it was unreadable. I climbed up a small ravine and made my way through overgrown brush and tall trees to a clearing with a broken chain link fence. I had a backpack slung over one shoulder, filled with only essentials. I became obsessed with the place ever since.ġ0 years and I was back again, the same way I had been back every day since my initial visit. I snuck into the exhibit where I last saw him. The first time I went back to visit the park was exactly two weeks after Sam’s disappearance, after the section of the park where the incident occurred had been closed for investigation. Urban legend books were published in local libraries.
After the park shut down due to “excessive safety issues,” rumors spread like the common cold.
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