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A tale of otherworldly terror and haunted wind turbines from Wayne Kyle Spitzer, author of Flashback and The Witch Doctor ...
... What on earth did you plan to do?
Dunn: Well, the only thing we could do, which was to right the boat and continue on—while doing our best to bail, of course. And that's when I first noticed it: way up there beyond the ridge; something moving, swinging, like the tip of a giant sword—only black against the sun—something which, after we'd scaled a nearby rockfall, turned out to be the blades of an industrial wind turbine—just one out of what seemed an endless array, spread out across the scrublands for as far as the eye could see, casting long shadows, like Cyclopean sentinels.
Detective Shaw: Cyclop—cyclopean—what is that? Is that Latin?
Dunn: Huge, Detective. Massive.
Detective Shaw: Right. And then, what? You returned to your boat?
Dunn: You know we didn't return to the boat.
Detective Shaw: Yes, I understand that, just as I understood they found a spiraled hole exactly one inch in diameter in the bottom of your canoe. But it's better for the record if I pretend I know nothing, okay?
Dunn: Okay. No, then we began walking, because we'd figured out where we were at—the Pyreridge Wind Farm just north of Edgerton, as you said. And we knew, also, that they gave tours there and even had a visitor's center; a center which might still be staffed even though it was extremely late in the day, and which would have a telephone.
Detective Shaw: A wise move.
Dunn: Yes, it was as good as any. Or so it seemed—until we came to the wind turbine with the white service truck parked at its base; and saw … where we saw …
Detective Shaw: Yes?
Dunn: You've seen the pictures, Detective.
Detective Shaw: But I need to pretend I have not. And I need to hear what you, personally, saw with your very own eyes. For the record, Dr. Dunn. Please.
Dunn: Where we saw a man, a service technician, by his clothes, hung by his neck from his own safety line … from the back of the wind turbine's nacelle. Just … just sort of swaying there, in the wind. A man who was missing one shoe. And who …
Detective Shaw: Go on …
Dunn: And who had no discernible face. Okay? (inaudible) He had no face. Isn't that good enough?
Wayne Kyle Spitzer
Wayne Kyle Spitzer (born July 15, 1966) is an American author and low-budget horror filmmaker from Spokane, Washington. He is the writer/director of the short horror film, Shadows in the Garden, as well as the author of Flashback, an SF/horror novel published in 1993. Spitzer's non-genre writing has appeared in subTerrain Magazine: Strong Words for a Polite Nation and Columbia: The Magazine of Northwest History. His recent fiction includes The Ferryman Pentalogy, consisting of Comes a Ferryman, The Tempter and the Taker, The Pierced Veil, Black Hole, White Fountain, and To the End of Ursathrax, as well as The X-Ray Rider Trilogy and a screen adaptation of Algernon Blackwood’s The Willows.
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Statement of Mrs. Casey Marie Dunn (March 5th, 9:30 AM, interviewed by Detective Lamar Shaw)
Detective Shaw: Okay, now, I want you to focus, and tell me exactly what happened—starting with the landing of the canoe. Can you do that for me?
Dunn: Sure—yeah, I think. (sniffling) I ... we were taking on water, like I said. Not enough to sink—I’m not sure you can sink a canoe, can you? But enough so that we’d become extremely uncomfortable, and wanted to know where it was coming from.
Detective Shaw: So you landed the canoe near the Pyreridge Wind Farm. To inspect it.
Dunn: Yes. Well, we didn’t know about the wind farm, not yet. There was only a thin width of beach—or whatever you’d call it—before the cliffs, which climbed straight up and sort of plateaued—and that’s where the turbines were, still out of sight.
Detective Shaw: Out of earshot, too?
Dunn: You know, it’s funny you should ask me that. I mean, yes—but ... but no, too. Because I remember sensing—a kind of pressure—like, like something heavy was laying on the air itself. Like, you know that feeling you get when you go up in elevation and your ears need to pop? —like that, only softer, more elusive. I honestly thought I was imagining it—at least until Bobby turned the boat over and we saw the hole in its bottom, at which the pressure seemed to increase (to double, actually), though only for a moment. Then it subsided and we were just standing there, looking at that hole. That funny little hole.
Detective Shaw: That’s a curious way to describe it ... ‘that funny little hole.’ Was there something unusual about it?
Dunn: Well—yes. I should say so.
Detective Shaw: What? What was so unusual?
Dunn: It—it was shaped like a spiral. A perfect, proportionate little spiral, just as smooth and perfect as if it had been molded into the boat.
Detective Shaw: You mean drilled into the boat, surely?
Dunn: No. I mean molded. Or—I don’t know—melted, maybe. But definitely not drilled.
Detective Shaw: And you’d never noticed it before?
Dunn: No, of course not. If that were the case, we’d never have embarked on the trip—much less without our phones.
Detective Shaw: Yes, I’ve been wondering about that. Help me understand, could you? It seems irresponsible to have left without them, even on such a wide, lazy river. Weren’t you concerned about, say, an unexpected weather event? Or having a medical emergency? Being doctors, I can’t imagine that—
Dunn: Mr. Shaw, please. You have to understand, the on-call nature of our jobs was precisely why such an excursion had become necessary in the first place. Surely it’s the same in police work? No, this once, for our sanity and for our marriage, we were going commando, as they say. No cellphones, no iPads, no anything but nature and each other for the duration of the trip. That—at least that much makes sense ... doesn’t it?
Detective Shaw: Of course, Mrs. Dunn. I suppose it does. But, my God, being so far from the nearest town, and not even knowing precisely where you were at, that must have been terrifying. What on earth did you plan to do?
Dunn: Well, the only thing we could do, which was to right the boat and continue on—while doing our best to bail, of course. And that’s when I first noticed it: way up there beyond the ridge; something moving, swinging, like the tip of a giant sword—only black against the sun—something which, after we’d scaled a nearby rockfall, turned out to be the blades of an industrial wind turbine—just one out of what seemed an endless array, spread out across the scrublands for as far as the eye could see, casting long shadows, like Cyclopean sentinels.
Detective Shaw: Cyclop—cyclopean—what is that? Is that Latin?
Dunn: Huge, Detective. Massive.
Detective Shaw: Right. And then, what? You returned to your boat?
Dunn: You know we didn’t return to the boat.
Detective Shaw: Yes, I understand that, just as I understood they found a spiraled hole exactly one inch in diameter in the bottom of your canoe. But it’s better for the record if I pretend I know nothing, okay?
Dunn: Okay. No, then we began walking, because we’d figured out where we were at—the Pyreridge Wind Farm just north of Edgerton, as you said. And we knew, also, that they gave tours there and even had a visitor’s center; a center which might still be staffed even though