Private - Small Town Haunts

[SidheLives]

Every town has a few skeletons in it's closet. Common theory is the smaller the town, the more plentiful those skeletons.


Hathersage, Colorado is just such a town.





Even with a sizeable college down the road and a major city just a few hours away the town sees little outsider traffic. With a population hovering around 30,000 (with some fluctuation because of college students) the town could never be called large but spatially it covers a lot of ground due to farmland. Most of the population resides in the historic downtown area, the oldest homes dating from the mid-Victorian era, and the surrounding neighborhoods the homes in which clearly, architecturally, indicate the growth of the town over the decades sense.


Despite moderate weather, beautiful surroundings, and a historic culturally rich downtown the town's growth staggered in the nineties and visitors stopped all together. Those who do pass through report feeling odd, unwelcome, or far too welcome in the seemingly homey town. The majority of the townsfolk scoff at such observations and most of the new residents are made up of college students who "fell in love" with the town.





What's really going on in Hathersage, Colorado? And why is it slowly disappearing off maps and out of people's memories?


What cost must be paid to find out?





Character Thread


Out of Character Thread

 

[Javabee]

Sydney needed a blue sky vacation. She needed to get out of the claustrophobic towers of the city. A road trip would be nice. A road trip to see her cousin would be even better. She didn't have siblings, so her cousin was the closest thing she had. They had grown up close, but when they graduated high school, Karla bought the first bus ticket out of the city to the wild red sandstone canyons of Utah. They kept in touch by phone, but now it was time to visit. Sydney loaded her duffle bag with the necessities any woman would need...underwear, guns and alcohol, and headed out in the dead of night, leaving the city in her exhaust fumes.

Her travel plan was simple; sleep when you need to, enjoy the sites on the way, but don't wander. She managed to keep her plans past Ohio when she left the zero wandering to the wind. This was her trip, there was no way she'd give up seeing some sites along the way. After four days travel she passed the boarders into Colorado. She was on the main freeway leading to Denver when she needed to pull over for gas. She took the next exit into the sleepy town of Limon. Parking at the Loaf 'N Jug gas station, she began to pump her gas.

Something caught her eye. She was surprised it had. It was such a dull beat up old sign, you'd never think to look in its direction. But something about it caught her attention. She stared at it for a moment, not thinking much about what it read. Then the words formed in her mind.

Hathersage 60 Miles

Something in the back of her mind started turning. What was up with this sign? Where the hell is Hathersage? She didn't remember seeing it on the map she had taken for her trip through the state. Curiosity got the better of her. She paid for her gas, got a muffin and another cup of coffee, and got back in her car. 60 miles wasn't that far away...