Miners Hill: The Shroud of Silence

“The only residents remaining in the small town of Miners Hill are spirits.” To be frank the only thing that could live there are spirits.

Abigail’s words hours earlier echoed in my ears as I stared across the ridge from the bedroom window of the old town lodge. The hill was shrouded by an un-permeating fog, even though it was high noon.
The chill refused to go as I recalled the tragedy of Miners Hill. A mine blast gone wrong on a bright Saturday morning cracked open fissures underneath the town swallowing whole sections of earth. The dust had settled by dusk but the eery silence persisted, scaring even the toughest men. An unusually foggy night ensued in the area and by noon the next day the hill was still shrouded and remains so till today.

 

Inspired by Mondays Finish The Story: 25th May 2015

Image credit: © 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

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5 thoughts on “Miners Hill: The Shroud of Silence

  1. Nicely done! I truly enjoyed your story! Thanks for contributing to the MFtS challenge. I added your story to the InLinkz list. A lot of folks cruise through there to read others stories. To get your story on this list, just click on the blue frog on the MFtS page and it will take you to where you can add the link to your post. So you end up with it two places, on the MFtS page and in the InLinkz page. You will end up with more traffic! 🙂 Thanks again for contributing and I wish you well… ^..^

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