Note: This is a fantasy story and 100% fiction including the characters and the place. Although Lost Maples SNA inspired the story, it is not the origin story. There is a true life origin story for Lost Maples, but this is NOT it!
I am in the process of developing this story, so expect to be edited and change as I develop it.
"Do you mind if I sit down?"
"Please. Here let me scooch over and give you some more room."
"Thanks. I was happy to find a bench in the park. I love the trails here, but my old legs and feet are yelling at me. I didn't want to sit on the ground or a wet rock."
"I hear you. It's a bit foggy and misty this morning. That can make it a little tough on the trails too. My name is Bob, by the way."
"James, again thanks. It's a bit peculiar that there is a bench here in the middle of a nature park. I mean, it's the only one."
"Well, it's a memorial to the person who donated the land for the park."
"Must be a story about that."
"Yes there is. Would you like to hear it?"
"Sure. Did you look this up somewhere?"
"Not, really. I knew the person who donated the land. He and I were college roommates. I became his lawyer and executor for his estate."
"Well then. This has to be the inside story, so I want to hear it. Go on."
"Alright. Well, the land that the park is on used to be part of a much larger ranch. JD, the person who donated the land was given this parcel by his grandfather. When his mom died, the rest of the land was sold. JD could not part with this parcel, because it was a gift from his grandfather. But that was not the only reason. "
" Go on. This is getting interesting. "
Every Friday, JD and I would get together for dinner at my house, and discuss the week’s event. When we were in college, we would get together every Friday and discuss our weekend schedule – who was going to be wingman etc. JD was responsible for me meeting my wife, Mary. One Friday after dinner we sat on the front porch. JD seemed to be very disturbed.
"Bob, I am not joking. There is something out there and it has been tracking me." JD said.
"It was probably just the wind. You know how it is in the canyon."
"It was a foggy morning. No wind at all." JD said.
"Then what do you think it was? Sasquatch? A mountain lion? "
"Sasquatch in Texas? Too funny. And I don’t think it is a mountain lion. I know that property very well. I have never seen tracks of a mountain lion. As far as I know they are as scared of us as we are of them. No, I don't know, but I am going to find out."
JD was up early and at the property that Saturday morning. It was another foggy misty morning in early November. JD was kneeling down taking a photo of some leaves on a rock. After getting his camera several years ago, he carried it everywhere. He had it in his backpack and in his car all the time. He probably had already photographed every tree and every rock on the property by now, but somehow he always found something new to capture on film.
JD had just taken the photo and put his camera back in his backpack. He sat down under that tree to have some coffee and a muffin. Out of the corner of his eye, he thought he saw a blur. Then there was a breeze, and he thought he heard a whisper.
“Hello? Is anyone there?” JD said without turning around or getting up.
“Please, I know you are there. I know you have been following me.” JD said, “Don’t be afraid, I won’t hurt you. I promise.”
Suddenly, JD heard a rustling sound in the leaves. The wind picked up and he could feel it swirling around. He slowly stood up as he turned around. What he saw is very difficult to describe. There before him was what looked like a life size photo of a person and stretched to be ten feet tall. The wind was rushing in towards the apparition. The apparition was bending outward and shimmering, JD’s first instinct was to reach for his camera, but the backpack shut and slid several feet away. JD thought he heard, “It is not permitted.”, but there was no voice. There were no words, but the thought appeared in his head. He would never admit it, but for the first time ever, JD felt fear on his own property.
***End of Part One***
*** Part Two***