Monday, April 16, 2012

A-Z Blog Challenge "N" -New Village of Goldtown

Day thirteen and the letter "N" 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...
Hidden in the mountains, nestled in the foothills, is a small town I've told you about before, Goldtown, an old abandoned mining town from two centuries ago. I"ve told you about it being a popular teen hangout, and tourist spot, but there's more there than I've explained.A rocky trail--I dare not call it a road--winds its way through the abandoned neighborhood, and what's I think the most surprising about this ghost town is that most of the original buildings are still in tact. It's a lot like walking onto an empty movie set.
What's the creepy part? Most of the belongings of the original owners are still there, just as they left them. All the clocks in the town were all stopped at the same time. The mayor wants to keep the town open and preserved to increase tourism, so he's posted a guard there at night, to prevent vandalism and arson.
And here's a weird thing...people who have gone into the houses in the past and wanted to take a little piece of the Wild West with them end up meeting some kind of accident that inspires them to return whatever object they took in a hurry.Like a lot of urban legends, the guard who monitors the creepy empty ghost town reports odd pranks in this old New Village, as the mayor wants us to start calling it--it sounds more cutesy and therefore appealing to tourists--and reports odd sounds like footsteps, or the laughter of a child, or the moan of a mourning woman.
But some facts remain: no one knows exactly when or how the town was abandoned and the town proper moved about a half hour away to where our town sits now. Whatever happened, its like the town sits in a frozen moment in time--all the personal effects, papers, clothing, toys, snuff boxes, handkerchiefs, shot glasses lined in the saloon (the whiskey long evaporated), cards laid out on the table in a round of poker... 

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