John Litster sat in the wooden rocker before the fire and
stared into space, a look of total disbelief and astonishment on his face.
Papers were piled next to him, compiled from the years of research the mining
engineer had done since coming to Gold Hill, Oregon and experiencing the
paranormal activities in one small section of the land he had purchased. He’d
devoted countless hours to the task and now, as he was preparing to leave this
world, he’d made a discovery that even he had difficulty comprehending.
Slowly, he reached for the papers next to him and leaned
forward. He closed his eyes, as if unable to watch, and slowly tossed the
papers into the flames. One by one the rest of his research joined them in the
fire. In the end, he left only his original notes on the area and a single
sentence, scrawled hastily across the front. He then rose from the chair and
walked to the bed, lying down in exhaustion. Within moments he was gone, but
his message remained for future generations.
His last words had been written, “The world isn’t ready
for something this great.”
