When it became obvious that we were not budging from the “safety” of the
car hood ( as if that somehow protected us ), the boys got back in the
vehicle and we began to move again. Us girls exhaled a combined sigh of
relief as we drove past Blueberry Lake and onto another slightly larger
road, assuming we were on our way back “home”. We were looking longingly
for any sign of civilization, when the car pulled hastily up on the
shrub grass alongside a rather dilapidated old house. We came to an
unexpected and abrupt halt and before we could ask any questions, the
guys jumped out of the car and ran into the house. Sharon, Dorothy and I
looked at each other and realized we all wore the same expression of
total and complete terror. Being alone for the first time since we began
this “adventure”, we quickly began discussing a plan for our escape.
Our conversation stopped midstream, when all of a sudden we heard a loud
and boisterous brawl coming from inside the house. The next thing we
witnessed was a couple of guys being literally punched out the front
door and knocked to the ground. If you think we were scared before, it
was nothing to what we were feeling now.
To be continued....
P. S. One of these photos above may or may not have been the Decker Brothers' House back in the era of 1961. When a person is in shock, she doesn't think clearly. These houses, however, were occupied by "Deckers" and are located on H.Decker Rd. in the vicinity of Blueberry Lake.
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