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The Wrecking Grounds

In the years following The World Storm, an imbalance transpires.

By KBPublished 3 years ago Updated 3 years ago 4 min read
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The crisp, cool July air circulates above the grounds.

Looming in the air above those lurking in the woods lives the forest fireflies.

Flies. As classified by humans because they release a green light.

But they are just a green light.

Well, not just.

***

The green lights live over the forest.

However, these are not the only ones.

They are, in fact, the only ones that have been discovered.

The red lights live over the Arctic ocean. The blue on the north pole. And the yellow ones live high in the atmosphere, disguised as stars.

They are the lights of the past.

Green represents our past of destruction.

The red lights exude freedom.

Blue lights are delusions.

Yellow is honor.

They balance out: 2 good, 2 bad.

Though, they are only in harmony when they are together. And that, they are not.

When the lights find each other and finally blend, they can disappear into the aether. But it hasn’t been that way since the world storm 75 years ago.

In the meantime, each of their qualities is transported into the air around them, onto the people living below.

As for the green lights, it’s energy certainly does not go unnoticed.

***

As groups of friends and families lay under the night sky, the destruction begins.

To the point where these “forest fireflies,” stimulate harm on the people below them.

This particular forest of green lights is called The Wrecking Grounds.

Visitors will come here to indulge in the feelings described by nature journalists and ghost hunters alike.

They compare it to the Bermuda Triangle: a phenomenon that is inexplicable and dangerous but continues to lure people in.

***

The night of July 17th, 1948, was the first recorded occurrence following the storm.

Destruction.

Two women and their husbands enter the forest. The plan was to be accompanied by two friends who would meet them later.

Those two friends never appeared.

And what happened to the couples changed the course of their lives.

***

It was 7:32. The sun was beginning to set.

Both pairs of partners had already pitched up their tents. The men went out to gather firewood while the women were beginning to set stones in a circle.

With their backs turned away from the tents, they suddenly disintegrated.

Both at the same time. As if a large boulder smashed on top of them.

But there was no rock. Not even wind.

As they went to see if it had just collapsed out of human error, they found the rods bent and the fabric shredded. It was destroyed.

Now with nowhere to sleep, the women began to gather their things to make it out of the forest as soon as their husbands arrived.

When the men appeared, they were not carrying any firewood.

Instead, they had impressions on their skin. As if they had rope burns on their thighs and arms.

Destruction.

Upon their return, they immediately knew something was odd. But, instead, they brushed it off saying they must have walked into a plant that gave them rashes.

Now with no firewood, no tents, and obscure skin marks, they made their way out of the forest.

But that was not just it.

On the way out, their flashlights exploded. The bulbs blew out with force, shattering the glass. Unusable.

Their bags were blown from their backs, all of their belongings had disappeared without a trace.

Now with only their bodies, they had 10 minutes until they would reach the exit.

And suddenly, the occurrences halted.

They were out of the range.

Arriving at their car with disheveled clothes, no possessions, no keys, and slashes covering their bodies, they ran to the side of the highway to hitchhike.

They left everything back in that forest, and would never receive an explanation.

***

They went public with their experience a week later.

It was then known widely as The Wrecking Grounds.

Six months later, a book was published under the same name, written by two scientists researching the forest and retelling the story of the original couples.

And it became a landmark.

Thrill-seekers would enter the forest to see what would happen to them.

The danger was exciting.

No two occurrences were the same. Sometimes similar, always destruction, but never exact.

Some wouldn't make it out of the forest.

But that didn’t stop people from returning.

A museum was built two miles away to honor the stories told of The Wrecking Grounds.

Complete with a gift shop and cafe.

Hundreds more books and articles were published.

Never photographs.

Just stories.

And still, 75 years later, no one understood the true significance. That the destruction is from the “flies” above: the green lights.

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