Ambrose, North Dakota
It was time to be moving on. We had been in Ambrose for a long time, long enough we had become a curiosity to the residents. They would slowly drive by to see if we were still here. “No visitor has ever stayed this long in town. There must be something wrong or they’re just plain nuts.”
We just wanted to be left alone.
The last day I walked by the crumbling mansion to the end of the street where it met the railroad tracks then followed the tracks to Main Street. The Ambrose bar was still unlocked.
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The only time I got injured exploring was a bee sting on my hand at the entrance to a mine. I had been stung before by various creatures but this one was extremely painful. Needless to say I retreated very quickly. Now I am very attune to the sound of bees at mine entrances and don’t even think about going in if I hear buzzing sound.