The Suspicious Silence of Rice Rips Road

My mind rushed as I exited the parking lot behind the senior apartments and headed for Rice Rips Road. Thoughts filled with all the possibilities of what I would find at the location of the rather cryptid coordinates. Would it be an old, abandoned building that had been lost to time or maybe an empty lot at the side of the road? My brain halted as I arrived at the unpaved gate at the start of a gravel path.

Upon arrival, the thing that caught my attention was that the location did not look like the scene of a crime, but it felt like one. I felt an overwhelming feeling of emptiness and uneasiness as I stepped out of the car. The coordinates led me to a place that was less than five minutes away from Colby’s lively campus, yet it was almost completely silent. All that I could hear from the entrance was the sound of rushing water that came from the large, dark wooded pipe. As I walked toward the large concrete structure that had been weathered by the rain, I heard the movement of gravel under my feet.

On one side of the concrete structure was a winding river with two men fishing, on the other side was the wooden pipe. Surrounding everything was some thick woods. As I got closer to the large structure my feeling of unease grew. Once I got close enough, I noticed four men working in the structure, I spoke to them, making sure I was not intruding on their work. To be courteous of the workers and their jobs, I took some quick photos before leaving without disturbing anything.

As I was leaving my mind began to bustle again with what could have happened in that place. Had someone fallen into the river and drowned or fallen from the top of the structure? Or could it have been something I can’t even imagine?

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