Adventure At Cotton Cave
19 October, 2002
author: Rebecca Ditch-Hammack (aka Dreamer)
It was summer break and some old friends were getting together to have a bit of fun at Cotton Cave, before going off to school, camp and our future
Mark and I had been catching up on old times as many of us were.
"Looks like I will be leaving to go to camp for a couple weeks" he
"Oh, for what?" I asked.
"I guess it is for nothing in particular" he replied. Some camps were
made just to have life experiences and to ponder life. Mostly these were
for the artistic types.
"I would love to go to camp to have time to write" I confessed ."I think
that would be a wonderful time."
Just about that time Joe Nix showed up. Neither of us had seen him in a long
"Hey Joe, what have you been up to. It's been quite a while since any of
us seen you. Mark greeted
"Oh I have been working sort of a janitor on a spaceship. We were in
the earth's area so they said they could drop me off for a visit if I
wanted" he told us. "They dropped me off over there". He pointed to a
place off across the field.
Mark and I looked at each other in disbelief. Everyone had heard of
abductions and seeing UFOs. But come on. We wondered what he was trying
to pull. His tale was way out of the ordinary to say the least. He
sounded so convinced, straight forward and natural about it. He almost
I looked across the ball fields and sure enough in the slightly
different direction from where he had pointed there were five burnt looking
areas in the grassy area.
They were round and seemed evenly spaced from each other. They were
right above the Great Hall Auditorium. The Great Hall is an underground
auditorium in the cave. The auditorium had been set up in older times for
vaudeville like performances and plays.
"Looks like it was more than just you." I stated motioning in the
direction of the strange spots in the grass.
'Nope it was just me. But that is really strange." I came in over
there. Again he pointed in a slightly different direction.
"Lets go have a look" Mark suggested. We made our way across the field
to the area where I had seen the strange burnt looking spots. There seemed
to be a hole in the middle of each of the five areas. We decided to go down
in to the Auditorium and see if we could see anything from below. It was a
long shot since it was so far underground but we wanted to go and see.
Maybe we could get some kind of scientific stuff to check it out closer..
We figured if we had a Geiger counter, it would be of some use to
determining if these were just man made or not.
We made out way down the stairs and through the long hallways that were
built for the visitors to the Auditorium. It was, nowadays, more like a
museum down there. You could easily forget you were even underground in a
cave if it weren't for the walls and ceilings. In this section anyway.
Finally we made it to the Auditorium. The room was still like a large
open cave but for schools and other gatherings they would bring in risers
and chairs for the people to sit. It was the ideal place for a stage due
to the odd acoustical qualities it held.
From the stage area you didn't need any amplification. You could easily
be heard throughout the room. And yet from the sitting area no sound
traveled above a whisper. It made it the perfect place for even the most
unruly of audiences. They said it has something to do with the thickness of
the mud clay type ceiling it had.
Anyway.... we made our way over to the side of the stage where we had
determined was under the places where we had seen the strange burn spots and
holes. We spent about an hour looking at the ceiling till we all felt as
though our necks were going to be stuck in that position permanently. We
were just about to call it quits.
"Hey Look there!" Joe pointed at the ceiling in the storage area. The
top of the cave was much lower here we could put our hands up and touch the
ceiling.. They were there holes about the size of half dollars. They were
quite a bit smaller here then they were up on the ground. Upon looking
closer we could see they were set up directly in the same placement as we
had observed earlier.
I ran my fingers over one of them. I observed about a quarter of an
inch from the opening of the hole was a black plug. From a distance it
looked like a hole but it wasn't.. The edge of the hole was slightly jagged
around the edges. It didn't look like it had been drilled. Then again
maybe time had roughened things up a bit. We had no idea of how long it had
"Hey over here" Mark called. "Look at these." The plugs in these had
come loose. Mark took out his pocket knife and picked at the edge a bit.
The clay was soft and gave away easily. The plug was not very deep in and
pried out a lot easier than expected.
Joe shook his head. "I never seen anything like this when we come down.
I don't think we did it"
"I took the plug from Mark and examined it under my flash light beam. I
looked like some sort of plastic disk. It was perfectly round. It
definitely was some sort of plug for the hole. But what had made it and
I looked around to see if we could get the others. Joe took his light
and shined it on the ceiling in the furthest area of the room.. He could see
there was a hole and no plug and shined the beam down on the ground to find
the missing one. He found it a short distance away.
Even Joe, with his weird far fetched story found this a bit strange. It
was very curious. There seemed to be some sort of marking on one of them
but we couldn't make it out in the dim light and decided to take it up to
the office area and see them in the light.
We made out way back up to the auditorium office. It was situated
almost like a projection booth over looking the auditorium floor area. Mr.
Drake was sitting at his desk when we arrived. I asked him about a Geiger
"No, unfortunately we don't have much scientific equipment at all aside
from a few microscopes..antique displayed stuff. And they are pretty old."
He added. "There really isn't much reason to have any. Nothing has happened
here in decades" he explained.
"Any idea what these are?" Mark asked handing the strange objects to
him. Mr. Drake turned them over in his hand running his fingers across the
surface of them. He put his glasses on when he came across the letters on
the one. But he, like us, couldn't make out what is was.
"Nope.. what are they?" The older man asked. We explained how we found
the 3 disks and the strange burn areas on the surface above. We purposely
left out the story that Joe had told us about his alleged spaceship. We
thought for sure if he heard that he would think us trying to prank him and
blow us off.
"Well, that is very strange. There hadn't been any excavation of
anything like that in years. They would tell me because of the public
issues involved. Either their safety or just to keep them out of the way."
He then assured us that those spots of burnt ground weren't there yesterday
as he was the one who cut the grass in the field since one of his men hadn't
"Hummph" He shook his head "No idea. I am at a loss here kids..
"Can we use one of those old microscopes you mentioned?" Mark suggested.
"Sure if we can still get it to work. It's been mostly for display purposes
for the last few years.
Mr. Drake was right. The microscope even looked old.. But it seemed to
still function with a little encouragement of the knobs. Mark got out his
pocket knife again and tried to scrape off a little piece of the edge of the
disk shaped object.
"Not very scientific I know" Mark joked. He didn't have any luck. It
wouldn't cut or scrape. Only thing that would come off was the mud . We
put it under the microscope putting the pointed edge under the lens on an
"Well, you are right about one thing" Mr. Drake said.
"What's that?' Joe asked
"It definitely was in the ceiling, I have seen enough of that ceiling
mud to know it when I see it" He paused looking at it again moving it
slightly in one direction and then another. The added "Other than that I
sure have never seen anything like this before. It's not plastic like it
looks... and it's not a rock or mineral that I have ever seen."
We each took turns looking at it. Mark, Joe and I wouldn't have known
a piece of plastic from a rock or mineral ourselves but we went through the
motions of looking to see the most solid and perfectly cut disk. Not even a
jagged edge or notch where Mark had tried slicing off a piece. The markings
didn't look like writing under the microscope.
Joe had started gotten quiet while we were looking at it under the
microscope.. He backed away from us toward the door..
"Gotta Go" he announced suddenly. And fast as I could turn my head to
look at him to say bye he almost seemed to disappear before my eyes but
being he was so close to the door he could have easily just slipped around
the corner, while my eyes adjusted. Mr. Drake and Mark didn't seem to see
what I did so I just ignored my own imagination.
Just as he disappeared there was a rumbling. It was very low at first.
Then came a crackling sort of sound.
"OH MY GOD!!" Mr. Drake nearly yelled "GET OUT EVERYBODY OUT" He pushed us
out the door and toward the entrance of the cave.
"We ran to the Auditorium doors on the way" We yelled in for everyone to
get out knowing as we did it no one would hear us .. There were only about
10 people in the auditorium that we could see. Suddenly all their heads
looked directly up at the ceiling no matter where they were standing. Right
where we had found the plugs in the ceiling, it started collapsing. All the
people ran toward the door. The whole section of the roof caved in on one
side of the auditorium..
The dust was everywhere stealing the air from our lungs as we directed
the people out as fast as we could. As they ran out you could abruptly hear
their silence turn to mid screams as they ran through the doorway. It was
the strangest effect I ever seen and heard. As I could see the terror
before I could hear it.
We looked one last time in to the auditorium before the lights finally
went out I could swear I seen one shape heading directly into the
collapsing area instead of leaving.. I would swear it was Joe.
Mr. Drake and some of the other Cave workers pushed and guided us toward
the entrance. Not that we wanted to stay. Roofs and ceilings collapsing
on top of me was not the way I wanted to die. Everything seemed like it was
in slow motions. So may thoughts filled my mind in those few seconds.
As I neared the door I felt a strange burning sensation in my hand
where I had the disks still gripped tight, The heat made me open my hand.
As I opened my hand the disks glowed red and flew from my palm back into the
dark dust of the remaining cave.
We reached the outside of the cave and all gathered together a short
distance from the opening of the cave. We quickly found that everyone was
accounted for except for Joe.
It seemed we were the only ones who had seen him at all. I was sure it was him who I had seen running back into the rubble of the auditorium. He had seemed to vanish just like the strange disk plugs that I had held in my
No one could figure out what made the cave collapse. It had been there for thousands if not millions of years. 50 yards of solid rock suddenly for no apparent reason had just decided to literally cave in. Some tried to say
it was an earthquake though there is no fault line in this area and no one
anywhere nearby felt one.
Mark and I tried to contact Joe's parents to see if he had come home. They thought it was a very strange question since they had talked to him theprecious day and he was on a ship in the middle of the sea somewhere.
It's been several years now and Joe's parents still hold to the story that he is on a ship at sea somewhere on some adventure or another looking
for unknown creatures of the deep. They hear from him on holidays. No one
has ever seen him again that I know of.
To this day it is the strangest mystery to me. Of course I don't talk about it to anyone. After all... who would believe me anyway.......
Comments on this poem/writing:
|mental's comment (220.127.116.11) -- Friday, November 22 2002, 05:39 am|
ok.....................dreamer let's see here umm ok first of all good story if it is a story second good imagination if it was your imagination third an amazing true story .
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