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them, and longed to be their friends. Not because they captured Tommy
Janks (my dad did that), but because they got to see him cooking that
heart over the tire. Those scouts were legends in their own time.

One of them, years later, ended up committing suicide and another....
That's another story. I'll stick to this one.

After my dad busted Tommy, he led crew out to the field and they found
the remains of twenty-three bodies buried there. Six belonged to the
girls who'd disappeared that summer. The rest ... they'd been there
longer. Some, for maybe five years. Others, for more like twenty or
thirty. I've heard that several of them might've been in the ground
for a hundred years.

The tidd apparently hadn't been a cemetery, though; nobody found signs
of any grave markers or caskets. There were just a bunch of bodies--a
lot of them in pieces--tossed into holes.

Tommy Janks got himsdf fried in the dectric chair.

The fearing got itself called Janks Field.

 There hadn't been a road to Janks Field, dirt or otherwise, at the
time Tommy got caught cooking up the girl's heart. But Dad managed to
drive in with his Jeep. He made the first tire tracks into that awful
place. By the time the bodies and bones had been removed and all the
investigations were over, the tracks were worn in. And people have
been driving out to Janks Field ever since.

First, it was to gawk at where all those bodies had been found. Before
long, though, teens from Grandville and other nearby towns realized
that the field was perfect for making out. At least if you and your
girl had the guts to drive in there at night.

Not only did people go there to park, but some pretty wild parties went
on sometimes. A lot of booze and fights and sex. That's what we
heard, anyway.

We also heard rumors of witches and so on meeting at Janks Field to
practice "black magic." They supposedly had naked orgies and performed
sacrifices.

I sometimes thought it'd be pretty cool if they were sacrificing humans
out there. I imagined bonfires, drums, nude and beautiful and sweaty
girls leaping wildly around, chanting and waving knives. And a lovely,
naked virgin tied to an altar, her body shiny with sweat, terror in her
eyes as she waited to be sliced open in a blood sacrifice to the forces
of darkness.

The whole notion really turned me on.