Haunted Town Near Yellowstone National Park

So lately I have developed a new habit of going for night walks. Ever since I bought a place near the Yellowstone National Park in Wyoming, I was excited to walk the outskirts of it at night. Being near the forest does make it sound scary, but I am not much of a believer in paranormal activities. Of course, there is a fear of wild animals or creatures in the woods, but they are never to be seen where I live. Generally, these cases or claims are from the deep woods.

So despite being warned about all the risks, I went for a walk today as well. There is a man who has been walking the same path as mine for the last couple of days. He is cute, dark, and tall. We exchange smiles and I might add that I kind of blush too. I mean, come on, he is charming. The next day I tell my friends about him, and of course, they being my friends, they motivate me to go and initiate a conversation with him. And why would I not?

So the following night, instead of exchanging smiles, I stopped and greeted him with a hello. He is so mesmerizing now that I see him so closely. We start talking. It is a wonder that he uses an ancient American dialect. He is probably the first person I have met who uses it. With awe, I asked him where he stayed, to which he replied that he stayed in the forest. Now, that surprised me because I didn’t know that anyone lived in that forest except for animals.

He then said that many like him stayed there. There was something different about him. A calm gesture, sweet spoken, and a scar on a face as if burned by fire. I tried to keep my curiosity to myself. I mean, I wanted to know the story behind the scar, but at the same time, I did not want to make him conscious of it. There was something about him that was bothering me. It was either that scar on his face or the fact that he stayed in the forest.

So I went home and searched for houses in Wyoming National Forest, but there was nothing. The next morning, I went to the forest and asked the guards if they knew where people stayed. But again, nothing. How can it be possible? Was I dreaming? Or am I just imagining things? I was confused and stressed and curious.

This got my nerves, and I didn’t know what to do so I tried searching again. This time, instead of digitally searching, I physically went through all the houses near the forest. But there was no sign of him. I wait for the sun to set so I can meet him again and ask why he lied to me. That eccentric man made me go for walks early that night so that I could see him come from the forest. To my astonishment, there were too many people out that day. He comes from the woods with a couple of people behind him, waving a hand at me. We sit on a bench nearby when he tells me today was a wake for the guards who died in the forest fire.

Now that made me think about the burn on his face. And so I ask him about it. I thought he would be hesitant to speak about it. But to my surprise, he didn’t seem to be much affected by it. In fact, not at all. He plainly said that it was a result of a forest fire. I got goosebumps. I told him that I was curious and hence searched around if there were houses in the forest. He kept his hand on my lap, and I took his hand in mine. As I gripped it, I noticed his hand was cold as ice. Without making many panic-stricken movements, I moved my hand up to his wrists to try and feel his pulse, but there was no beat.

I didn’t react much. I decided to savor the moment and etch it in my heart forever. He had all the opportunity to harm me, but he didn’t. He just sat there with me. Yes, I was welcomed at his home. Even today, I do go and visit the park sometimes. And I see him or people like him wandering around their home that is now called The Wyoming National Forest.
Location: Wyoming, USA

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