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''I have nothing but a fear for the feeling of blunt trap spikes grinding against my bones or for the heavy and deliberate footsteps which always inevitably reveal a plastered, sadistic grin.''

~ Benedict Baker's Journal, Nov. 1896 on The Trapper

I sit, reading some old newspaper from the past, filled with the curiosity that can only be satisfied with answers.Earlier, I had approached an elderly woman for conversation as sitting, waiting for transportation is rather boring and slow. She was talking about her early life as a youth, how it was so different from today's society with all this upgraded technology. A sudden change in atmosphere made itself known as she recounted the days of the Macmillian Estate. A wealthy family, owners of a large mine, had a very large future for those who worked there or were born into the blessed family. Anything that was ever heard of this foundation was identified as unreal rumors, a story that you could give to your stubborn kids with an unwillingness to sleep as a bedtime story. A sudden spark of interest ignited into my very core as I yearned to find out more. If this woman remembered something about this estate, there must be something behind what the actual truth is. The general story is of a wealthy family with the name 'Macmillian' who owned a mine and would hire workers of which rarely were able to be sent home to which a large mine explosion happened to take the lives of several unfortunate miners. After the years, the story was stashed away and labeled as a simple myth to strike up conspiracy conversations of which had no purpose. I'm determined to find out the actual story as the conversation I had with the elderly woman, proved that the myths are in fact, real. So, the first thing I thought of was to hit the books as most libraries have a record of newspapers dating back to before I was even born.

"Hey Dwight, what're you doing here?"

I nearly jump out of my skin as I hear this behind me. I turn around to meet eyes with David.

"Oh nothing, just some reading." I answer sheepishly.

David and I go quite a while back as friends, we practically grew up together from birth to adulthood. His personality is a rather big clash towards mine as I'm usually serious and hardworking while he's laid back and chill.

He lets out a scoff, "you and your books, I'm afraid that your brain will explode from all this knowledge you cram in there,'' he jokingly says as he sits across from me, "what's today's reading on?"

"Just some old myth, not that you'd be interested in it unless it involved some hot chick."

Chuckling at my remark, he picks up one of the pages I set aside.

"Mine disaster?" He reads the heading, "isn't that whole deal fake, created by our scout leader that wanted attention?"

I set down the article and look at him.

"Are you here to just make fun of something I happen to know is real, or do you want to actually learn a thing or two with me?"

With a playful pout, he gives in.

"Sure, so what's the whole point of this going to be?" He asks.

"To find out the truth about this estate." I answer with determination.