The Tale of Diana Creek

~The Tale of Diana Creek~
Diana Creek wasn’t always called Diana Creek. Long ago before Diana Lake was in the picture, before it became a Provincial Park, there was a young homesteader who lived alone, along side the nameless creek. That homesteader’s name was indeed Diana.
Diana’s cabin is no longer where it once stood. Where it stood is now sinkhole, filled with water and moss covered log.
Diana only went into town once, maybe twice, a year. Most people said she was mad, and the youngsters thought she was a witch.
Years passed and the townsfolk didn’t see any sign of Diana, no one from the littlest child to the oldest couple.
One day Charles, one of the young adults who loved to adventure unknown places, volunteered to go see if Diana was okay or not. His two friends Benjamin and Daniel volunteered to go with their friend.
Early the next morning they packed their bags for their long journey into the forest, along the nameless creek. Slowly but gradually they made progress into the deep forest. Deeper and deeper they went, the trees grew closer and thinker together. The sun shone above stating that it was noon.
Four miles into the forest, slowly but steadily a momma and baby porcupine strolled along the creek side. The birds sang peacefully, like a mother humming her tired child to sleep. The creek bubbled and murmured. And the tiny wild flowers swayed in the gentle breeze.
The sun was low into the sky as the three young men reached Diana’s cabin. Benjamin knocked softly on the door, no one answered. He knocked again, but louder – still no answer. Daniel was the one who decided just to walk in. As he walked through the door, into the gloomy cabin, he hollered “Diana, are you in here…hello?...Diana?”
But still everything was silent, except for the soft chattering of birds in the distant.
Benjamin decided he was going to go explore and see if he could find Diana anywhere.
Roughly 5 minutes later, Benjamin returned, white faced and speechless, to the cabin.
“What? What is it Benjamin? It looks like you’ve seen a ghost” asked Charles in his deep curious voice.
After a few minutes of hesitation he replied “Di-di-ana, she… she’s out…she’s out there…just come see for yourself.”
Daniel and Charles followed Benjamin out of the cabin and up the stream a little way. There was Diana. A noose tied around her neck and around a fallen tree (The fallen tree acted like a bridge to get to the other side). Their faces went white, and this time Benjamin got sick.
Daniel spotted a cream coloured envelope underneath a rock. Timidly he reached for it, and opened it. “I Will Get My Revenge” was scrolled on the paper with blood.
The three questioned from the beginning why the creek was (and still is to this day) a reddish brown colour.
They took Diana down, and examined her body closely. They realized she had been bleeding. She had a very nasty slash across her hip, which was crusted with dry blood. The creek was a reddish brown colour because of her blood. And for some strange reason, the reddish brown coloured stayed.
They dug a whole and buried her body. (To where they buried her, is still a mystery) By the time they finished the sun was just setting behind the mountains.
Benjamin, Charles, and Daniel returned to the cabin. “First thing in the morning we’re out of here,” Charles stated matter-of-factly. The other two agreed, and they all tried to get some shut eye. But sleep wouldn’t come; wolves cried in the distant and owls hooted up above.
Eventually dawn came; the guys got up, and ate their breakfast. The stream murmured. Once they were finished their breakfast, they packed their bags back up and headed out for their hike back to town.
They stopped when the sun was high in the cloudless sky. In silence the finished off the last of their biscuits. It was quiet, a bit too quiet. No birds sang, and the stream seemed to go silent. The only sound was of them chewing. They finished their lunch and hurried on their way.
After hours of walking, through the forest, they came to the road which leaded back to town. There they placed a sign saying “Diana Creak. May the real Diana Rest in Peace”
Benjamin, Charles, and Daniel entered town just as the sun was being swallowed by the gigantic sapphire ocean.
To this day, if you stay out at Diana Creek all night on a cloudless night, you might be able to see Diana just hanging there with a noose around her neck or lifelessly strolling around seeking to get her revenge.