James Moore - The Haunted Forest Tour

Mike Fradella had finished off three beers after work, which didnt seem like quite enough to make him hallucinate the pine tree growing through his front porch. In the desert town of Cromay, New Mexico, he wouldnt have expected to see a ten-foot-tall pine tree growing anywhere, much less right next to his porch swing.

He got out of his car and stared at the tree for a long moment. It didnt go away.

This had to be a prank. Mike was pretty sure none of his buddies had done it, since their style of humor was more the pull my finger variety than anything this elaborate. It was also destructivethey hadnt merely placed the tree on his porch, theyd pried up some of the boards to make it look like the tree had sprouted right through the wood.

Kids, maybe?

Theyd never really been a problem before, except for the mouth on Agatha Donalds son. Mike wouldnt mind seeing that little brat get his mouth washed out with sandpaper-wrapped soap, that was for sure. But Agathas son was only six and unlikely to have engineered this particular project, and an out-of-the-way place like Cromay didnt see many visitors, especially where Mike lived, five miles out of town and a half-mile from the nearest neighbor. Still, somebody had done it.

Mike walked up the steps. The punks had gone to an enormous amount of trouble, because it really did look like a tree had just grown right through his porch. Hed been at work all day, and then the bar for another hour, so the pranksters wouldve had time to pull off something like this, but why? Why wreck his front porch for a joke, and then not even hang around to see his reaction?

Or was he being secretly filmed for one of those dumb-ass reality shows? Extreme Makeover: Destruction Edition.

He sure hoped his homeowners insurance would cover this kind of thing.

Mike ran his hand along the tree trunk. It was definitely real.

He went inside and called the sheriff.

Thats very odd, said Sheriff Nelson.

I know! Who do you think did it? Crackheads?

Sheriff Nelson shook his head and scratched at the gray stubble on his chin. Crackheads wouldve left the job half-finished. And this is too elaborate to be the work of kids, even college kids from out of town. I feel a bit silly asking you this, Mike, but is it possible that you hired professionals to plant a tree in your front yard and just miscommunicated the location?

No, its not possible! What kind of idiot do you think I am?

Dont take offense. Like I said, I felt silly even asking, but we both wouldve felt sillier if that turned out to be the case. You have to admit, there arent a lot of logical motives for this kind of vandalism. Sheriff Nelson crouched down on the porch, turned on his flashlight, and shone it down into the gap. Ill be damned.

What?

Take a look.

Mike crouched down next to Sheriff Nelson. The sheriff moved the flashlight beam in a small circle. See those roots? This wasnt recently planted.

Well, it sure wasnt here this morning!

Sheriff Nelson stood up and dusted off his knees. Mike, I feel kind of silly asking you this question as well, but you wouldnt happen to be trying to pull one over on me, would you?

Of course not!

I didnt think so. Again, I felt foolish even asking, but a professional has to cover all of his bases. I dont know. The best theory Ive got is that this here tree grew right through your front porch.

In ten hours?

The sheriff nodded. Its an acceleration from the norm, thats for sure.

Its a freak show! I mean, what kind of tree grows that fast? What kind of pine tree grows right through somebodys front porch out here in the desert?

Sheriff Nelson shrugged. I may have to call in a botanist for this one.

Botanist? Call a magician! This is insane, Sheriff! The insurance company will never believe that some radioactive mutant tree broke my porch. Even if this thing were a cactus it wouldnt make sense. Im gonna be doing overtime for the next three months to pay for this!

Now, now, dont worry about the insurance company. Ill file a full report. Their claim investigator wont be able to argue with the evidence right in front of them He trailed off, staring into the distance.

What?

Was that tree there before?

Mike looked where the sheriff was pointing. About five hundred feet away, in the open desert, was another pine tree. This one was about twice the height of the one protruding from his porch.

No, he said.

Then its very peculiar.

Maybe it was there and I just didnt notice.

Now, Mike, neither one of us is prone to being an idiot, and I think its safe to say that were both observant enough that at least one of us would have noticed it, said Sheriff Nelson. Im definitely going to get an expert out here. Dont they have a lot of pines in New Jersey?

Sheriff! Mike frantically pointed at a spot in the middle of the dirt road. A thick tree trunk burst from the ground, sprouting branches as it grew. Mike and Sheriff Nelson stood there and gaped as the tree rose fifty feet high within thirty seconds.

I Im dropping the prank theory, Mike said.

Two more trees popped up in the distance. Sheriff Nelson grabbed his walkie-talkie and pushed the button on the side. Francine? You there?

The sound of splintering wood, breaking glass, and a large object being overturned made Mike flinch. A moment later, a tree burst through the top of his house, stretching past the roof high into the air.

Francine, I need you now! Sheriff Nelson shouted into the walkie-talkie.

Its Armageddon, thought Mike. End of the world and that kind of stuff.

The front of Mikes car began to rise. As he and the sheriff watched helplessly, it rose almost completely upright and then toppled over onto its side.

Lets get the hell out of here! Sheriff Nelson shouted. He and Mike sprinted over to the sheriffs vehicle as a second tree burst through Mikes front porch, taking the swing with it. Mike threw open the passenger-side door and got inside the car, slamming the door shut behind him. He instinctively reached for the seat belt, then immediately decided that he very well might need to leap from the vehicle at some point.

Sheriff Nelson thrust the key into the ignition and started the engine. Mike cried out in surprise as a tree appeared right next to his window, the branches scraping across the glass as they rose. As more and more trees sprouted from the ground, they sped out of the driveway and down the road.

Sheriff, whats going on? Mike wailed.

I couldnt explain the one piddly little tree on your porch! What makes you think I can explain this? Sheriff Nelson swerved to avoid a tree that burst through the center of the road.

They raced the five miles into town, with Mike clenching his teeth so tightly that he thought they might explode into white powder. Trees continued to pop out of the ground on all sides of them, and Mikes heart gave a jolt as one scraped the rear bumper.

Finally they made it to Main Street, the only paved road in Cromay. It was pure chaos. People screamed and ran for non-existent safety as tree after tree appeared, breaking through shops and homes.

If this wasnt literally the end of the world, it was pretty damn close.

Seventy-eight year-old Mrs. Tunstall pushed her husband, whod been confined to a wheelchair six years ago, at a full sprint, a sight that would have been comical under other circumstances. The tip of a tree caught the wheelchair under the front wheel, abruptly jerking it upward. Mrs. Tunstall wailed as the handles popped out of her grasp, with Mr. Tunstall clutching the sides for dear life to avoid tumbling out. He managed to hold on until he was about five stories high, and then he slipped out of the wheelchair, bellowing as he plummeted onto the sidewalk in front of his wife.