The old cement silos overlooked the town from their vantage point at the point locally known as Valley Rise. Every Saturday evening and all through the night lights could be seen flashing at the top before settling in pairs to watch the town for the remainder of the night. It wasn't really talked about by the older generations, that sort of thing was left to rest in peace as it should.
The younger generations didn't like to let a mystery go unexplored and so they would dare each other at school until a small group had formed the courage to trespass past the barbed wire fence and to the top of the silos. They didn't talk about what they found, only that it was sad and needed to be left alone. This continued for several generations, the silos growing rustier by the year with no plans to have them taken down in the foreseeable future.
As with anything unusual and abandoned, somebody got the idea to fly a drone inside as far as they could just to see what was going on. Even if it was something as boring as a prank carried out through the years it would at least mean they had footage to share and an explanation at last. They were too young to know better, to think about everything people had said after coming from there, to put two and two together to make sense of it all.
After the initial dash across Valley Rise, through the fence she set-up as quick as she could - the last thing she wanted was to be caught by patrolling security with a half assembled drone in her lap. Hiding underneath the main staircase she began to explore from the relative safety of her position, not paying much attention to the way the dust on the floor moved behind her as though someone was kicking it irritably.
She reached the top of the silo with relative ease, spotting odd patterns on the floor like somebody had been pacing around a certain space a few feet from her, the kind of pattern you'd only see from the top of the main staircase. Thinking it to be the wind swirling about the circular chamber (and not realising that despite it being windy outside the air inside was utterly still), she moved on to a smaller opening she'd seen on the way up, hopefully the way to the roof.
It turned out to be a series of ladders and platforms, over thirty roughly, that lead far further up than the main staircase had. As her drone climbed she faintly heard the sounds of hands slapping the rails as though somebody was climbing up just beneath her drone but the camera showed nothing below but the gradual descent to the ground floor.
The sounds continued to follow her drone until she reached the top. At that point she swore she heard the hands slip and a series of sickening cracks fade like a sack had been dropped down. The drone's camera still showed nothing so she took it out of a hover and through the open roof door only to be near blinded by several torch beams shining right at the screen, blaring into her eyes.
As the bright spots in her vision cleared she saw six children holding torches and one lone torch lying on the ground near the roof's edge. The group were all dressed like they'd stepped out of one of the old vintage movies, their clunky torches only adding to the effect. None of them spoke, they just stared at her for a few tense moments before turning around to search for something, their beams flickering about all over the place.
Not once did they shine their light at the lone torch and they didn't respond when she used the drone's microphone to point it out to them. Just as she began to grow bored of the children ignoring her they all turned simultaneously and began walking towards the roof's edge. She called out and tried to make them turn back by flying the drone right at them but it went through them. All at once they placed their torches on the ground, the lone one turning off by itself. They all lifted their left leg and gracefully fell from the edge, leaving their torches to stand watch over the town.
The younger generations didn't like to let a mystery go unexplored and so they would dare each other at school until a small group had formed the courage to trespass past the barbed wire fence and to the top of the silos. They didn't talk about what they found, only that it was sad and needed to be left alone. This continued for several generations, the silos growing rustier by the year with no plans to have them taken down in the foreseeable future.
As with anything unusual and abandoned, somebody got the idea to fly a drone inside as far as they could just to see what was going on. Even if it was something as boring as a prank carried out through the years it would at least mean they had footage to share and an explanation at last. They were too young to know better, to think about everything people had said after coming from there, to put two and two together to make sense of it all.
After the initial dash across Valley Rise, through the fence she set-up as quick as she could - the last thing she wanted was to be caught by patrolling security with a half assembled drone in her lap. Hiding underneath the main staircase she began to explore from the relative safety of her position, not paying much attention to the way the dust on the floor moved behind her as though someone was kicking it irritably.
She reached the top of the silo with relative ease, spotting odd patterns on the floor like somebody had been pacing around a certain space a few feet from her, the kind of pattern you'd only see from the top of the main staircase. Thinking it to be the wind swirling about the circular chamber (and not realising that despite it being windy outside the air inside was utterly still), she moved on to a smaller opening she'd seen on the way up, hopefully the way to the roof.
It turned out to be a series of ladders and platforms, over thirty roughly, that lead far further up than the main staircase had. As her drone climbed she faintly heard the sounds of hands slapping the rails as though somebody was climbing up just beneath her drone but the camera showed nothing below but the gradual descent to the ground floor.
The sounds continued to follow her drone until she reached the top. At that point she swore she heard the hands slip and a series of sickening cracks fade like a sack had been dropped down. The drone's camera still showed nothing so she took it out of a hover and through the open roof door only to be near blinded by several torch beams shining right at the screen, blaring into her eyes.
As the bright spots in her vision cleared she saw six children holding torches and one lone torch lying on the ground near the roof's edge. The group were all dressed like they'd stepped out of one of the old vintage movies, their clunky torches only adding to the effect. None of them spoke, they just stared at her for a few tense moments before turning around to search for something, their beams flickering about all over the place.
Not once did they shine their light at the lone torch and they didn't respond when she used the drone's microphone to point it out to them. Just as she began to grow bored of the children ignoring her they all turned simultaneously and began walking towards the roof's edge. She called out and tried to make them turn back by flying the drone right at them but it went through them. All at once they placed their torches on the ground, the lone one turning off by itself. They all lifted their left leg and gracefully fell from the edge, leaving their torches to stand watch over the town.
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