Dr. Naseley.

This was before the time of Google Maps.

I had to rely on my sources and instructions when searching for the town.

I fully expected it to be a prank.

But my job was exactly that.

To prove or disprove information.

I set out on my journey.

After a few hours of driving, I pulled onto a well hidden dirt road.

It had been poorly maintained, and it would take me another three hours before I even found a hint of civilization.

An old wooden sign, silver woods, turn around now, it read.

In the distance, I saw what looked like an old farming community.

Just a small town with a few buildings that had partially fallen apart.

And trucks that had rusted beyond repair.

At a first glance, it looked abandoned.

I parked my car on the side of the road, ready to call the myth bullshit.

Then I heard someone call out,

Why did you come here?

A weak voice said,

I turned towards the voice, it belonged to a frail old man holding himself up with a cane.

He was bald, and his teeth had all but fallen out.

Who are you? And why are you here?

He asked, feeling mildly uncomfortable, I introduced myself.

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