The wood planks snaked their way over the natural forest trail that led the way to the neighborhood where eleven-year-old twin brothers Greg and Jeff Conroy lived. It was a peaceful, quiet, and exclusive neighborhood of expenses homes that backed up onto the expansive city park. A very desirable enclave for a handful of wealthy city dwellers.
Greg and Jeff were forbidden from playing in the woods behind their home anymore. They could venture into the park now only when accompanied by one or both of their parents. It was too dangerous, they were told.
The whole city had been shaken to the core by the discovery in the park of the mutilated bodies of two young children from the same neighborhood in which Greg and Jeff lived.
Since then, with the police still unable to solve the heinous crimes, a number of the expensive homes in their neighborhood had been sold, almost all well below market value. The twins were relieved when their parents told them that they would be staying put.
In hindsight, the twins’ parents made a poor decision. They should have known that their somewhat rebellious twins would follow the path into the woods by themselves.
Written for today’s Sunday Photo Fiction prompt. Image credit: Mike Vor.