It was simple - when people didn't want something to be remembered, they threw it into Castorchurch Cave. Apparently there was a small mountain's worth of cars in there, rusted so badly the water for miles around was stained a deep orange. We called it the blood mile and tried to remember to filter the tap water but the faint metallic taste still lingered.
When I was younger we'd dare each other to climb down Easter Gully, into Castorchurch Cove and sit in the old cars - seat belt and all! Now I know just how stupid that dare was but when we were young and unable to picture ourselves as anything but invulnerable, it was just another thing we did to pass the time away.
We stopped soon after Leena's little brother got himself stuck in one of the cars. It was funny until his wriggling dislodged something and the next thing we knew - he was gone. We were so scared of going to jail that we all swore to never tell a soul.
The only reason this has all come to light is because Leena just had to tell her children on her deathbed and now the few of us remaining are suspect to an unsolved missing persons case when it wasn't even our fault. We never made him sit in the car, we all begged him to sit still while we called for help but he didn't listen - the boy never listened!
Even now he won't listen. I've tried everything but all I can hear at night is that cut-off scream as all those cars just fell into the lake below with him still strapped in. We couldn't even see which car he was in for all the rust in the water and we were all so young and so stupid and we didn't know what else to say but that he'd run away from us.
And now you know he never left Castorchurch Cave.
He's been right under us this entire time.
And he just won't rest.
When I was younger we'd dare each other to climb down Easter Gully, into Castorchurch Cove and sit in the old cars - seat belt and all! Now I know just how stupid that dare was but when we were young and unable to picture ourselves as anything but invulnerable, it was just another thing we did to pass the time away.
We stopped soon after Leena's little brother got himself stuck in one of the cars. It was funny until his wriggling dislodged something and the next thing we knew - he was gone. We were so scared of going to jail that we all swore to never tell a soul.
The only reason this has all come to light is because Leena just had to tell her children on her deathbed and now the few of us remaining are suspect to an unsolved missing persons case when it wasn't even our fault. We never made him sit in the car, we all begged him to sit still while we called for help but he didn't listen - the boy never listened!
Even now he won't listen. I've tried everything but all I can hear at night is that cut-off scream as all those cars just fell into the lake below with him still strapped in. We couldn't even see which car he was in for all the rust in the water and we were all so young and so stupid and we didn't know what else to say but that he'd run away from us.
And now you know he never left Castorchurch Cave.
He's been right under us this entire time.
And he just won't rest.
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