Newspapers

There's an old newspaper stand in the woods near my neighborhood. It's been there ever since i was a little kid. I still remember the day i found it.

I was walking through the woods, being an adventurous teenager, looking for something interesting. There were many things to do back in the nineties, and one of those things was exploring. I loved to explore, as most kids normally do, and i would stay out until it grew dark.

On this particular day, i was exploring the woods outside of my neighborhood, and i noticed something odd near one of the highways. I went closer and saw that it was a newspaper stand. "Huh," i said to no one in particular. "Probably some failed robbery." I suddenly wanted to go home. I turned back and ran all the way home. My dad found me out of breath and chuckled. "Tired, Indiana Jones?" He asked me. I nodded, and went to the kitchen for a drink.

Later that evening i went to my dad and asked him if he'd seen a newspaper stand in the woods. "Well," He began, "I've seen one in particular. It's been there since when i was a little older than you, back in '76. I never went to it because whenever i saw it, i always wanted to get away from it as fast as possible." I thanked him and left for bed. I vowed to myself that i would investigate the next day.



It took me a long time to find the newspaper stand, but i did. I got the same feeling again, that feeling of urgency, that i needed to get out of there, and fast. I ignored it and approached the newspaper stand. It only had one newspaper inside, and it looked crisp, as if made just yesterday. I looked at the newspaper and saw the headlines which read: ''World Trade Center Bombed In Terrorist Attack. ''I was extremely confused, because there wasn't a single person who would be as daring as to attack the World Trade Center. I looked closely for a date, and finally found it. ''September 11th, 2001. ''I couldn't understand the situation. I walked away from it slowly, and accepted the will to get away from it. I never went back to those parts of the woods again.

Today i decided to get a little workout. My wife was still asleep and our daughter was busy watching Spongebob. I left the house and walked over to the woods. I had my cellphone on me, in case anyone wanted to call me. I wandered around the woods for a while, and finally reached the place where the newspaper stand stood. I felt a stab of fear, along with curiosity. I slowly approached it, and expected to find the same newspaper i found before. I didn't. Instead, it was a completely different newspaper, and it was on a parchment that was unfamiliar to me. I dared to step closer to it, and read the headline. WHITE HOUSE BOMBED, HUNDREDS DEAD, it read. Once again i dared to find the date of this catastrophe. My jaw dropped and i read it again to make sure i wasn't hallucinating. It still read: January 20th, 2041.