Filling a Chasm with Truth
An Article by Pandora North Star*
For weeks now scientists have been fruitlessly studying a vast chasm in the desert east of San Diego, California. Why have they been studying this chasm? Because, up until a month ago it was a town with a population of approximately 40,000.
This reporter has been on a quest along with these scientists to try and figure out how a town inexplicately sinks into the earth with no precedent.
George Cunning, a geologist who is working in the area decribes the situation as something of a geological wonder, akin to the Grand Canyon. But he has no idea what caused it to form so quickly as opposed to over millions of years. "Perhaps there was a fault line beneath the area?" But there is no fault line that is close enough to cause desctuction of this magnitude.
With science baffled by the sinking of the town I found myself hunting down emigrants, refugees, many of whom have lingered in towns nearby, such as Huxtaby. I came across a couple in my search who were willing to discuss their exodus of Sunnydale.
"There were funny vibes, all around. Not to mention the rising crime rate. Homicide rose every day. Not to mention suicide. No need to tell me to go. Those were indicative of the impending doom right there," said Mr. Harris, one of the interviewees.
His wife of twenty five years also had a comment. "Our son came home one day and he told us to leave town. I've always trusted his advice. He seems to know when strange things like this are going to happen. So we left."
I then asked them if they thought their son was involved with what happened but they decided they had said enough. I began to question my thought process. if science had no answers perhaps I had to seek alternative explanations?
Right in town I found a small shop of occult materials and instruments. The owner was quite willing to talk. "Peculiar things have always happened in Sunnydale, and it was no surprise when it sank into the Hellmouth."
"Hellmouth?" I had asked in confusion.
"Boca del Inferno," the woman said in an impecible Spanish accent. "When the Spanish immigrated here they decided Sunnydale was evil. It eminated evil, so they named it mouth of hell. Many say it is only a stupid legend, but others, we knew."
My search had at last led me to a clue, albeit a dubious one. I asked her what would make the hellmouth swallow the town. She was stumped then. I thanked her for her time and left.
In all my years as a journalist I have never believed the Blair Witch type of stories. But I found myself wanting this explanation to be true. How easy it would be to pawn the source of evil onto this place that no longer existed. A physical Pandora's box that had been closed. But I felt my search was not done.
There was still the explanation of how? to be found. And my how came in the way of a man named Willy, a bar owner in the previous town of Sunnydale. He approached me on the street in Huxtaby just before I had given up on the town. "A girl, Buffy was her name. She's to blame for it all. I don't know where she is now. But most of the time she was just trying to do good, but this time I guess she went overboard."
Maybe not how, but who. And someday I'm going to find this mysterious Buffy and from there find the truth.
An Article by Pandora North Star*
For weeks now scientists have been fruitlessly studying a vast chasm in the desert east of San Diego, California. Why have they been studying this chasm? Because, up until a month ago it was a town with a population of approximately 40,000.
This reporter has been on a quest along with these scientists to try and figure out how a town inexplicately sinks into the earth with no precedent.
George Cunning, a geologist who is working in the area decribes the situation as something of a geological wonder, akin to the Grand Canyon. But he has no idea what caused it to form so quickly as opposed to over millions of years. "Perhaps there was a fault line beneath the area?" But there is no fault line that is close enough to cause desctuction of this magnitude.
With science baffled by the sinking of the town I found myself hunting down emigrants, refugees, many of whom have lingered in towns nearby, such as Huxtaby. I came across a couple in my search who were willing to discuss their exodus of Sunnydale.
"There were funny vibes, all around. Not to mention the rising crime rate. Homicide rose every day. Not to mention suicide. No need to tell me to go. Those were indicative of the impending doom right there," said Mr. Harris, one of the interviewees.
His wife of twenty five years also had a comment. "Our son came home one day and he told us to leave town. I've always trusted his advice. He seems to know when strange things like this are going to happen. So we left."
I then asked them if they thought their son was involved with what happened but they decided they had said enough. I began to question my thought process. if science had no answers perhaps I had to seek alternative explanations?
Right in town I found a small shop of occult materials and instruments. The owner was quite willing to talk. "Peculiar things have always happened in Sunnydale, and it was no surprise when it sank into the Hellmouth."
"Hellmouth?" I had asked in confusion.
"Boca del Inferno," the woman said in an impecible Spanish accent. "When the Spanish immigrated here they decided Sunnydale was evil. It eminated evil, so they named it mouth of hell. Many say it is only a stupid legend, but others, we knew."
My search had at last led me to a clue, albeit a dubious one. I asked her what would make the hellmouth swallow the town. She was stumped then. I thanked her for her time and left.
In all my years as a journalist I have never believed the Blair Witch type of stories. But I found myself wanting this explanation to be true. How easy it would be to pawn the source of evil onto this place that no longer existed. A physical Pandora's box that had been closed. But I felt my search was not done.
There was still the explanation of how? to be found. And my how came in the way of a man named Willy, a bar owner in the previous town of Sunnydale. He approached me on the street in Huxtaby just before I had given up on the town. "A girl, Buffy was her name. She's to blame for it all. I don't know where she is now. But most of the time she was just trying to do good, but this time I guess she went overboard."
Maybe not how, but who. And someday I'm going to find this mysterious Buffy and from there find the truth.