#stevenspoint

(my hometown)

there’s a road in the outsides, thick with fog. a troop of boyscouts went camping there and never returned. their bodies were never found. no one’s ever known what truly happened that night, and their ghosts are a mere whisper today.

there’s a little shop downtown which holds a little old woman. she burns insense as she knits, and sits on her rocking chair. time stops around her. she’s known by little.

you’ll hear bells at the most random times. they’re faint. not church bells and not normal bells. they’re unexplainable and they hold no source or reason. they only echo in your mind and you suddenly wish you were dreaming.

you’ll hear a man speaking on a megaphone. you don’t know why or where, but it’s there. it’s same man every damn time, and the same scream following. nothing after. nothing prior.

there’s an old theatre downtown. it has a neon notice on it, but if you sneak around and find a way in you can see the remains of the last movie played; king kong. many don’t, though, as they fear they’d join in with its ghosts.

there’s a river which holds countless bodies in its depths.

you’ll hear bursts of gunshots. this is very rare, because you’re supposed to be safe here yet however there’s never more than four in a single day.

there are countless amounts of abandoned buildings. the numbers grow by the years, too, and no one dares to renew them. they’re forgotten, left to rot.

there’s a bar in the neighboring town which al capone was rumored to commonly hang out in. all the same, you can meet one of the bar’s former owner (who’s a ghost).

there’s a bridge - three, actually - which a bloody woman haunts. no one knows her story, but supposedly she was killed on her wedding night. (a few years ago, a cop accidentally hit something on one of her bridges and got out to look for it. when he found nothing he climbed back in his car to find the woman staring at him from his backseat.)

every few years you’ll hear howling. you don’t need to worry unless it’s getting closer, and if it is, you better have started running.

there’s a part of the highway which has been under construction for three years. nothing’s changed, either, but you know it won’t be fixed for a long time.

there’s a small park, which has countless hidden passages and trials. crayfish, turtles, minnows, frogs, and birds all find home here. the water is icy and never stops moving. it’s dangerously fast at times.