Ripped up at Rice Rips

I turned right out of Colby’s parking lot eager to see where this set of coordinates would take me. Thoughts bounced around my head about where I could be going. I was in the car for a mere 5 minutes before I pulled into the dirt “parking lot” on the side of the road. Calling it a parking lot would be generous; it was more like a patch of gravel.

As I stepped out of my car, I walked past a yellow gate that was put in place to keep cars out and headed down the long dirt path. My heart raced as I walked down wondering what crime could have taken place here, as the possibilities seemed endless. To the right of me, I could see the Rice Rips dam, which had dynamic water flowing rapidly through its large cylinders. To the left of me was a spirited river with pumps shooting out the water from the dam on the right. It was a very secluded area with trees blocking outside sight on each side. 

I stepped one foot in front of the other, my eyes darting from side to side taking everything in. My senses heightened and I paid close attention to what I could hear, which was just the noise of rushing water and the sounds of my flip-flops smacking on the ground with each step. As I got to the end of the path there was a large building, I would say about 50 feet tall, It had a flat roof and many outside staircases. It was an ominous sight.

I started thinking about what could have happened. Was it a murder? Did someone get pushed off the roof? The stairs? Were they drowned in the river? My mind was racing with ideas. As I approached the building I noticed an opening down a slight hill. Filled with curiosity I went down and looked around inside. It was very dark and had two small ‘chamber’ looking areas with a bridge in front leading out into the river. It was a chilling sight. 

This caused my interest to deepen. Was someone kidnapped and held captive here? It seemed like a perfect place to commit a crime as nothing was around. This led me to start questioning how a victim would have gotten here had they not been lured here.

 I left the sight overly intrigued by what could have happened. Is it something that any of us will ever know the truth about?

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