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There was only one church which served the meagre population of a thousand residents residing in the small outback town of Acacia. Our Lady of the Saints pure white building signalled the start of Acacia’s famous tourist attraction- a one of a kind main street called Heavenly Grace Drive filled with dull grey shopping and business buildings curled around a corner block on a red clay road.

Tourists came from far and wide to see the spectacular dust cloud made from cars and bikes driving down the red clay road that would rise up and shower down on the shopping and business buildings aligning the street, plus the residents walking down the wide path going about their daily errands, temporarily leaving them in a shade of red.

I don’t know why humans would choose to come on holiday to see a dust cloud that would make their clothes dirty and make them cough and sneeze, but even though our main street was a one of a kind, it wasn’t the only tourist attraction in town. Not only would tourists flock to see the main street, they also flocked to see the church and stood outside in packs waiting for a dust cloud to occur-  when the dust fell on top of the church, it would remain a perfect pure white

Some believed the paint used on the church had been blessed by the Pope himself. Others believed that the red dust fell on top of the huge cross of Jesus erected on top of the pure white building and we just couldn’t see it, and most believed that the tourists just made all this stuff up and should stay away from the small town altogether, as they believed the tourists were ruining the sleepy mysticism of the town.

Acacia was written up in the tourist magazines here in Australia and worldwide as one of the best destinations for supernatural buffs. However much the tourists magazines liked to glam up Acacia, they left out a tiny fact that the local residents weren’t all that friendly to the tourists that visited the town. Though, the tourists never seemed to see the hatred that was there in the resident’s eyes- they only saw what the tourists magazines told them to see.

They also left out the fact that some tourists never came back to visit the town, or never came back period. It was kept hushed throughout the community that whenever tourists stood outside the church during a dust cloud would occur and some would go missing. Most tourists were found a couple days later, wandering around the main street and acting like a completely different person to the one they were before, but the majority were never to be seen again.