Saturday, April 7, 2012

A-Z Blog Challenge "G"-Ghosts of Goldtown

Day six and the letter "G" for the A-Z Blog Challenge. If this is your first time here, my A-Z challenge is based on Urban Legends, and follows the life of a small town Nevada reporter, Adele.
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Adele's story continues:
I remember writing
A teenager was found dead in his motel room after a day of camping with his friends in Sunset Canyon, home of "Nevada's Scariest Ghost Town. A lot of teenagers hear the legends about the ghosts towns and for the most part, that's what sustains our community. Our whole livelihod depends on ghosts and legends. There used to be a prison out here before they moved it further north, and has been abandoned since teh 1950's. I don't know why they didn't tear it down.People keep building things here, like the long gone people of Goldtown, and the people who buillt the prison, but no one ever stays here, not for long. No one except us.
It takes a special kind of person to stay here, and sometimes I think the land knows it.
Anyway, this kid goes exploring with his friends, like a lot of people do, at night. You know, for fun. Hoping to catch a ghost. I can't even tell you how many film students from L.A. have come through here, hoping to be the next Paranormal State or bockbuster Blair-Witch style movie makers, but most of the time all they ever catch is a lot of blurry shaky film with nothing more incriminating than teenagers drinking and smoking and making out.
But this time was different. The group of kids he was with claimed that when they were filming him talking his way documentary style through the film at the old prison, he was alone. But a still photograph revealed otherwise, or so they claim. In the background you can supposedly see the shadowy menacing outline of--of what? Who knows? The ghost of an executed prisoner?
I've seen the photograph, and it looks pretty much like any other. Lots of spooky shadows, but that's about it.
The kid was found dead in his hotel room in town the next morning,and since our town is too small for a hospital or coroner, they had to load him in the sherrif's van and take him to Reno. Last I heard, it was a heart attack.

And now, dear readers, I must leave you. Don't forget, these stories will be available in their entirety at the end of the month when I collect them into a book of short stories. My dream is also to have a book published, and this is a great way to push myself to do it!

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