There seems to have been quite a bit of suspicious activity recently in Playa Escondida, enough so that it’s come to the attention of the press. To that end, I’m reprinting an article that appeared recently under the topic of bizarre Florida.
What’s Up with Playa Escondida?
Playa Escondida (PE to locals) is a town of natural beauty, Spanish Colonial history, and quirky characters. If the rumors are true, it’s also home to an inordinate amount of strange occurrences. Residents are notoriously close-mouthed when it comes to discussing the town’s supernatural reputation, but there’s no way to completely cover up the truth.
The town’s founding is shrouded in mystery, buried in a past filled with blood and death, in-breeding, and a schism in the local church. What ghosts roam the beautiful beaches after all the tourists pack up for the day? How do four generations of local families claim to have bought their first cars from the same man? Why do white ibis with hauntingly human eyes walk the shoreline? Who is the little girl with the lemonade stand whose rare and fleeting appearances always portend a disaster within the town?
While researching this article, no one at the local historical society thought it was odd to have a sealed annex. Sealed not with dead bolts or even cipher locks, but with a steel box containing a small, stained ornamental knife.
Amongst the normal neighborhood watch flyers, the sheriff’s department sometimes distributes pamphlets about home security that include such recommendations as “lay a line of salt across your threshold on the night of the full moon. Some local wildlife is notoriously anxious to come inside on these nights, and basic pest control is much simpler than the lengthy process of extraction.”
After all this, I think we’re forced to ask once again, just what is going on in Playa Escondida?
Is PE a haven for the supernatural? A magnet for creatures outside the realm of the mundane? Asking a resident will get you nowhere–to them, PE is simply home. If there are a few more ghost stories than average; if nobody ever seems to recall exactly when they decided to plant rosemary at the corners of their garden; if, infuriatingly, nobody who lives there seems to think there’s anything strange going on that’s worth discussing with a respected paranormal investigative team, then we have to ask–what are they all so determined to hide?