GHOST TOWN IN MAINE?
By John Lewis
Press-Herald Features Editor
JERUSALEM’S LOT- Is a small town east of Cumberland and twenty miles north of Portland. It is not the first town in American history to just dry up and blow away, and will probably not be the last, but it is the strangest. Only a few of the town’s original residents have been found none have commented. The others have simply disappeared off the face of the earth. Some like Lawrence Crockett left a questionable business behind and have had reason to disappear. Others like Henry Petrie and his family are gone and they were hardly deadbeats. Another oddity is the Carber family who had been driving through to Cumberland. Their car had been found on the side of the road with a splash of blood in the front passenger se-
“Put that trash down!” A hand swiped the paper from under the kid’s nose. He had happened to find it in a supermarket and bought it on impulse. The young man had hair that most would have been believed to be dyed black and ice blue eyes. He actually had quite a few birth defects which gave him a unique look. The hair was one and so were his eyes. A lithe almost wiry figure made him to some quite the looker, to others a weirdo. The young man shook his head and picked up the paper.
The man who had knocked it out of his hands worked at a foster care facility. He had been forced to take the kid to Europe of all places! Parents drove off a cliff bodies never found. But his closest relative, which in fact was not close at all, lived in Europe. A seaside castle surrounded by a lush green forest. The young man himself came from a wealthy family, Jude Hargreaves, with his odd almost unearthly looks and frequent trouble making. The man Richard Blake took out a cigar brushing back his short black hair. This kid with his freaky looks and even picking up that weird paper. They were currently in a taxi heading up the road to the castle. The kid’s stuff was already sent in and now all they needed was him. This kid had been causing him so much trouble he nearly lost him at the airport. Jude was busily picking up the newspaper tucking it behind his arm. A wolf’s howl broke the silence and they both looked up out the window just in time to see the castle near. Sighing he slipped the cigar back into his pocket. No time to smoke now.
Jude had been desperately trying to get away. As of now he had given up. Jude didn’t even know this guy and they expected him to live out in the middle of nowhere! Not that he minded that much he did enjoy walking around but still. A wolf infested forest by the sound of it and a creepy seaside castle filled with strangers. Jude sighed running a hand through his stark black hair. As the car stopped he stepped out eyeing the castle. A huge stone castle that seemed fit for a cheesy Christopher Lee Vampire movie. Eyeing the woods Jude wondered exactly how far he could get before they found him. Unbeknownst to him his relative had just exited from the castle to greet him.
