Day 30

barn

by unknown

The Barn of Mystery

We used to play hide and go seek in that barn. Unlike most things in childhood, it looks bigger than I remember. Perhaps it is the heaviness surrounding the whole area that I sense.

The victim was 12 years old. She had been missing for a couple years. Her parents lived 3 states away, and had mounted a massive manhunt for the babysitter. No one had any information, and the hunt continued for 12 months. The parents announced that they had run out of money, the manhunt had to be called off. Her mom cried during the press conference.

This horrid dusty barn had been abandoned for at least a decade, the records showed. The property was huge, and since the drought, no one even squatted there. For miles in all directions there was little vegetation, and no neighbors.

Truck tire tracks showed almost daily use. Boot tread into and out of the barn showed someone obviously was here. But the specialists tell me it was only one person, not multiple. That means before her end, the victim was confined.

From the outside, the barn looked run down and abandoned, but on the inside someone had spent considerable time carving on every surface. Religious Christian, and Jewish, and Islamic symbols, pagan symbols, ancient Egyptian symbols, plus a handful of others my general knowledge couldn’t identify. Some of the larger carvings, covering 5 feet, were also painstakingly painted. If this were not a crime scene, I would have been fascinated.

No one can explain what happened. There are no furnaces, no heat sources with enough power to melt glass. It took my breath away the first time I entered the barn doors. It was obviously planned to do just that.

The carvings, the colors, the lighting all center on the solid glass pyramid. At first I thought it was crystal, but I’m assured it is poured glass. Inside this perfectly symmetrical and smooth 9 foot tall shape is the 12 year old girl posed in a Buddha posture. Her skin is not burned, her eyes are closed, she is not wincing. No one can explain it.

We estimate that it weighs somewhere around a ton, give or take a few hundred pounds. There are no tire tracks that hint at extra weight. There are no holes in the roof to allow it to be dropped in. No one has any fucking idea what is going on. We are waiting for the equipment to arrive so we can move it to a facility for study and possible extraction.

Her parents are on a flight here right now. I couldn’t tell them over the phone what I had found, just that it concerned their missing child and they should get here as quickly as possible.

I needed to go get some sleep, but I approached the pyramid one more time. I carefully placed my hand on the cool surface, and leaned toward the little girl’s face.

Her eyes opened and stared back.

About Kary

I write many things, prose, poems, prose, flash fiction, and novels. I've always loved the free form poem, and practice it most often. Feedback welcome. View all posts by Kary

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