"Someone said there was stuff left behind in the village," Kate told her as they slowly made their way closer to the second island. From here, she couldn't see much of anything. Sand, green, no sign of the ruins or the boats she'd heard about. There was a lagoon, apparently a good place to dock, quiet and peaceful, but she couldn't see that from this angle either.
"Belongings, I mean, from the people who lived there." She knew the story of the second island, knew it hadn't been found until years after the first people showed up on the first island. The Compound had always been there, too, deserted, but somehow the second island seemed creepier. Like the people there had all just disappeared at the same time.
It was the perfect place to tell ghost stories. And some of them might not even be that far off the truth.
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Date: 2012-02-07 08:27 pm (UTC)"Belongings, I mean, from the people who lived there." She knew the story of the second island, knew it hadn't been found until years after the first people showed up on the first island. The Compound had always been there, too, deserted, but somehow the second island seemed creepier. Like the people there had all just disappeared at the same time.
It was the perfect place to tell ghost stories. And some of them might not even be that far off the truth.