It started with a few bizarre disappearances in late October.
A few local kids were playing by the river and found some bloody clothes stuck on a tree.
The only reason I knew about this first incident was because my nephew was one of those kids.
Adrian Scottow
The clothes matched what 57-year-old Greg Pinemen was wearing the last time he was seen.
We have a fairly large homeless population here.
Meno County has many places for anyone who wants to live in isolation.
Greg was known to wander around.
He was a bit strange but no one minded him compared to other bums.
He made it clear that anyone sharing information about what was found would be called into the station immediately.
Adrian Scottow
The only items they managed to find were Gregs yellow jacket, red hat, and one sock.
A few days after Gregs belongings were found two of his pals disappeared.
The local homeless shelter tried to report it but were immediately shut down by the sheriff.
Disgruntled employees reported it to our local newspaper.
The sheriff asked for the newspaper to not run any stories about the disappearances.
The sheriff always remained calm and repeated the same thing every time.
Once we have more information youll know it!
The news spread like wildfire once a teenage boy vanished on Christmas.
This was the first disappearance that didnt involve a homeless person.
His mother asked him to get something from the house out back.
The family had a full house that night and nothing out of the ordinary had happened that day.
The mother came to me after he disappeared and pleaded that I help her find him.
She explained that her son was only gone for a few moments.
His brother followed him out to help him carry something inside the house.
The boy claimed there were drag marks on the snow.
However by the time he told an adult the tracks had been covered by the heavy snowfall.
A few days after his disappearance some local volunteers found the boys left boot.
The boot was neatly placed in the middle of an open field.
The volunteers didnt find anything else even after searching the whole area.
More children around town vanished, my nephew was the second boy to disappear.
She was gone for a few seconds, the car was shut off and the doors were closed.
Locking the house door behind her she dropped her bag when she noticed her car was on.
She began yelling out my nephews name and desperately began looking around, her car keys still in hand.
I demanded the sheriff to ask other counties for help and even threatened to expose what was happening.
He became aggressive and threatened to arrest me for disturbing the peace.
He grabbed my chest and told me to shut my mouth, saying he had the situation under control.
I was fired from my job the next day after my supervisor told me I wasnt being professional enough.
I didnt stop investigating and found something I was not prepared for.
I shouldve mentioned that Meno has many mounds.
No one knows who made them and theyve been around since before Meno became what it is today.
Days before my nephew disappeared he said something while he napped.
It was almost a whisper but I heard it from the dining room.
He whined, I dont like the little mountain.
Yesterday I hiked around a lesser known trail and went up to one of the smaller mounds.
I walked around the mound a couple of times but didnt find anything strange.
It was getting dark and I didnt want to get stuck outside alone miles from the nearest house.
I was walking away when I heard a branch break behind me.
I turned around worried that I had stumbled upon a wild animal.
I scanned the area around me but didnt see anything and turned back around.
My heart dropped, I looked around baffled that there wasnt anything in front of me.
I took a step back and almost tripped over an item that had been suddenly placed behind my feet.
I dropped to the floor and began sobbing when I saw my nephews gloves neatly placed on the ground.
Next to his little gloves was one right black boot, too big to fit my nephew.
Without looking I threw the boot that direction.
The boot landed a few feet away from me but didnt seem to hit anything.
The sun was slowly making its way behind a cloud darkening the area I was at.
Being on the ground I caught a whiff of something rotting close by.
I walked a few more feet, the smell reeked as I approached two large trees.
I clung to the trunk of the tree to hold me up as I covered my mouth from screaming.
Broken limbs poked out from the underneath the mound.
A nearby bush began moving, my teary eyes slowly looked over.
The body looked like it was wrapped up in itself.
Its bones cracked as it began stretching out of the bush.
I darted out of there, the cold wind pierced my skin as I ran.
I could hear something chasing me, breaking sticks and ruffling leaves.
It stopped once I reached a main trail, an older couple was walking their large dog.
I looked down at my hands and realized I had dropped one on my sprint back.
I didnt report what Id found.
I know that the sheriff will somehow find a way to hide the evidence.
I cant go back without risking my own life to take photos of the spot.
This morning my little niece shared something with me during breakfast.
I asked her if she had slept well, she shook her head no.
I picked her up and rocked her trying to explain that wed find her brother.
She looked up at me and said, I know!
You found him and both of you slept in the little mountain!
She gleefully pulled out a small black glove from her pocket.
It was on my window today!
Ill return soon and Ill have help, I am determined to burn every single mound in Meno County.
