When the old paint factory was torn down, we found out why the former owner was so against its destruction. After the rubble had been sorted and the bare foundations had been broken and removed, nothing should have been left but the bare earth that it all stood upon.
And yet there was a large wooden door, now singed and falling apart to reveal the entrance to the long forgotten barrows. They were mentioned once in the Domesday Book back in the year 1086 and in the next census they were seemingly replaced by a merchant's guild that gradually altered itself over the years until its latest form- the paint factory.
Wondering what undisturbed treasures could possibly lay inside, a small team of archeologists went in. They expected to find skeletal remains, they expected to find a few coins and maybe a dozen or so artifacts to identify the buried person as a king or a warrior.
They didn't expect to find someone who looked like they died just the day before.
Each of them came back shaken, each one described the body differently. It was as if they all saw someone who looked eerily like somebody they knew. Somebody who they hadn't seen for a while, hadn't talked to them in a while - not long enough to be too concerning but just long enough for them to worry that they had now lost someone.
When the police department ventured in, they found nothing but bare earth, not even the stone where the body was found. Their dogs, however, found a scent trail that led back into town and vanished among the hustle and bustle of a thriving community.
And yet there was a large wooden door, now singed and falling apart to reveal the entrance to the long forgotten barrows. They were mentioned once in the Domesday Book back in the year 1086 and in the next census they were seemingly replaced by a merchant's guild that gradually altered itself over the years until its latest form- the paint factory.
Wondering what undisturbed treasures could possibly lay inside, a small team of archeologists went in. They expected to find skeletal remains, they expected to find a few coins and maybe a dozen or so artifacts to identify the buried person as a king or a warrior.
They didn't expect to find someone who looked like they died just the day before.
Each of them came back shaken, each one described the body differently. It was as if they all saw someone who looked eerily like somebody they knew. Somebody who they hadn't seen for a while, hadn't talked to them in a while - not long enough to be too concerning but just long enough for them to worry that they had now lost someone.
When the police department ventured in, they found nothing but bare earth, not even the stone where the body was found. Their dogs, however, found a scent trail that led back into town and vanished among the hustle and bustle of a thriving community.
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