Think of November, somewhere around the middle of the month in central Virginia. Almost all the trees have shed their leaves. The mountains surrounding this God-fearing city are brown besides a few spots of evergreen.
One mountain in particular is bald. Atop its head, this mountain has nothing but rock, gray and bleak. Back in the 1970's a bunch of acid heads had a party on the top of that mountain, now appropriately called “Bald Top,” and things got out of hand.
Not surprisingly, two days into the week-long love-and-drug fest, a girl lay face-down dead on the ground behind her tent. Police found semen all over her body, in her every orifice. Her face was covered in bloody dirt. It had been pounded into the ground from the blows, blunt force trauma, to the back of her skull.
Several theories arose from authorities in the area only a few hours after she had been found. Detective Christopher Brown decided that several men had raped her in a psychedelic episode of rage and hedonism.
According to Brown, this group of men found her wandering from the fire back to her campsite, probably to urinate and the like. Furthermore, these would-be rapists & killers, held her down and silenced her screams from the rest of the party's inhabitants.
Two days passed and the party-goers were still barricaded by interrogators, not allowing anyone to leave the mountain. In all the investigation, the police found nothing. No one gave up any explanations or first hand accounts of what happened.
So, the girl who was beaten and raped died an untimely, brutal death. She was most likely embarrassed and tortured. Her hair covered with dried semen, her face and neck the same.
It's okay, the mortician will clean all of it off before any of her family or friends sees the body. There will be a nice, neat visitation and funeral.
The party-goers were all directed off the mountain on the third day of stalemate. The fourth day saw a great fire burn the top of that mountain. It was gated off and has been closed to the public ever since.
The flames burned hot in the night, illuminating the sky over the whole valley. Though, no one around got so much as a photograph. Next morning the papers read, “Mountain Burns Overnight: Now Bald.”
Police released a statement the day after the mountain-top burned.
“For the sake of our children and
the welfare of our community,
Lynchburg will no longer be a
haven for drug addicts, for miscre-
ants.”
One mountain in particular is bald. Atop its head, this mountain has nothing but rock, gray and bleak. Back in the 1970's a bunch of acid heads had a party on the top of that mountain, now appropriately called “Bald Top,” and things got out of hand.
Not surprisingly, two days into the week-long love-and-drug fest, a girl lay face-down dead on the ground behind her tent. Police found semen all over her body, in her every orifice. Her face was covered in bloody dirt. It had been pounded into the ground from the blows, blunt force trauma, to the back of her skull.
Several theories arose from authorities in the area only a few hours after she had been found. Detective Christopher Brown decided that several men had raped her in a psychedelic episode of rage and hedonism.
According to Brown, this group of men found her wandering from the fire back to her campsite, probably to urinate and the like. Furthermore, these would-be rapists & killers, held her down and silenced her screams from the rest of the party's inhabitants.
Two days passed and the party-goers were still barricaded by interrogators, not allowing anyone to leave the mountain. In all the investigation, the police found nothing. No one gave up any explanations or first hand accounts of what happened.
So, the girl who was beaten and raped died an untimely, brutal death. She was most likely embarrassed and tortured. Her hair covered with dried semen, her face and neck the same.
It's okay, the mortician will clean all of it off before any of her family or friends sees the body. There will be a nice, neat visitation and funeral.
The party-goers were all directed off the mountain on the third day of stalemate. The fourth day saw a great fire burn the top of that mountain. It was gated off and has been closed to the public ever since.
The flames burned hot in the night, illuminating the sky over the whole valley. Though, no one around got so much as a photograph. Next morning the papers read, “Mountain Burns Overnight: Now Bald.”
Police released a statement the day after the mountain-top burned.
“For the sake of our children and
the welfare of our community,
Lynchburg will no longer be a
haven for drug addicts, for miscre-
ants.”