posted on Feb, 12 2018 @ 12:55 PM
Part I - The Discovery
Ben headed into the turn a little too fast and had to brake the tractor to prevent a possible roll-over. He seldom used the brakes and was
a little pissed with himself for having to do it now, but his daydreaming had caused him to lose rhythm-control, and manual correction was needed
immediately. Veering to the left, he heard the pull harvester hit the hill solidly and saw the dirt shoot fifteen to twenty feet into the air.
Everything came to a grinding halt.
Swearing out loud, he jumped down from the tractor and ran over to see how the harvester had fared. It had disconnected from the tractor and sat on
its side, in disarray. The whole right side was crumpled and exposed to the gray sky, pretty much totaled. What the hell could've done this ? Dirt ?
A little dirt hill ? He didn't believe it . Walking over to the mound, he saw the huge gouge the harvester had made on impact. And below the top
layer of freshly unearthed dirt he saw what looked like . . .metal.
It was the last thing Ben would ever see.
Part II - The Follow-up
The Ben Stocton farm underwent some extreme changes in the days that followed. A neighbor reported seeing Ben's body laying beside
still running tractor, seemingly on fire, a continuous burning fire , unapproachable in appearance. The local fire department could not completely
extinguish the flames so the government was called in. The road to the Stocton farm was closed, neighbors and curious travelers re-routed. Fences went
up, 10-foot high fences sporting razor barbs, circling the entire property and limiting visibility. Ben's wife and two children left the farm and
moved to another town to be closer to relatives. Three weeks later the farmhouse and barn mysteriously burned to the ground. Months later the land was
somehow turned over to the BLM. It sat there, unvisited by the locals. The fences still shutting off access, the road remaining closed. Unvisited, but
(More to come)