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Hard Evidence

"How was your trip down Mr. Picket?" the elderly man asked in a friendly tone.

"Call me Lane,” I said with a smile. “The trip was wonderful. The country out here is just beautiful."

"Well, you said on the phone you were eager to get started so come on inside." Mr. Tailor said, opening the door.

We sat down at the kitchen table. Mr. Tailor offered me a glass of ice tea while I set up my recorder. We sat down, and the conversation began.

“So what can you tell me about the incident?”

“Just what I remember. I was about 5 or 6. Lived here on the farm with my mother and father. And of course Ren.”

“Ren?”

“My imaginary friend!” Mr. Tailor chuckled, “Ren and I loved playing in the cornfields. His favorite game was hide and seek.”

“Can you tell me about that day?”

“I was talking with Ren by the edge of the cornfield. It must have caught my father’s eye and he came running. He hollered out to me to get in the house. Of course, I did. I assumed Ren ran off into the field.”

“What did your father see?”

“I don’t remember any of this, but my father said Ren was about four feet tall. Said he had two small horns on his head and legs like a goat.  Like a fairy tale creature. You know. Pan I think is what they call them. My parents began frantically asking questions. They wanted to know what Ren was saying to me. I explained he wanted to play hide and seek at the far end of the land. So of course they went to investigate.”

“And that’s where they found them?”

“Yes. Not sure how many kids they found. Could have been thousands in that hole. Some of the remains were hundreds of years old. Ren must have been around for a while, but I never saw him again.”

We finished our interview, said our goodbyes, and I began the drive home. The bizarre story weighed heavily on me and I didn’t feel comfortable again till I pulled into my driveway.

“How was the interview?” my wife asked as I walked in.

“Interesting,” I replied.

“Well? What happened?”

“I don’t know. I investigate these paranormal cases in the hopes to find evidence. I want to believe them. But sometimes… Sometimes I just think these people are nuts.”

“Keep at it, sweetie. You’ll find your evidence.”

I grabbed a drink from the fridge and took a sip glancing at my son playing in the backyard. I choked as I realized he was talking with a friend. One with two small horns and goat legs. The grotesque creature noticed me and grinned a huge smile. His bony hands wrapped around my son’s arm dragging him into the forest behind them.

The authorities found the hole hours later and my son stripped to the bone. His remains were all the evidence I would ever need.

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