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Forrest Fenn’s Buried Treasure

As puzzle and adventure fans, it seems like we’re always trying to find ways to inject artificial adventure into our modern, normal, “boring” world.  But would you go looking for a real treasure buried by a genuine treasure hunter? 82-year-old Forrest Fenn, called a “Real-Life Indiana Jones,” has spent his life digging for artifacts and treasure all around the world.  Fenn is a fascinating enough character already, but his free-for-all treasure hunt has been making headlines.  Somewhere out there, “in the mountains north of Santa Fe,”  Fenn has buried a small antique chest filled with $1 million worth of artifacts…

The Warning

It was 10:00 before I finally made it back my dorm room, exhausted from an evening of rehearsals and group meetings.  While the thought of drafting papers or doing reading assignments was overwhelming, the thought of cross-referencing all those little numbers into that book I had checked out was irresistible. I sat down at my desk and set out the book and note, starting from the “WELL” I had discovered earlier and moving forward.  D-O-N-E.  A congratulatory message to start. Though exciting at first, the work quickly grew tedious.  I found myself having to check and re-check letters as I lost…

The Sequence

Despite feeling overwhelmed by the amount of data it presented, that little piece of paper burned a hole in my pocket all the way to the dining hall.  I argued back and forth with myself over whether I really needed to eat anything that day, and it was all I could do to grab the first plate I saw, bringing out the note before I had even sat down. I quickly lost my momentum, however, as my eyes darted over those numbers again.  So many numbers, zero context, somehow it felt like there wasn’t even anything to figure out.  Those…

To the Stacks

  I held the small piece of paper in my hand. RB155 .N27 2005 The “2005” jumped out from the rest of the text.  Clearly a year, but what about the rest?  Stumped, I leaned back in my chair and looked around again, wondering whether someone was watching from afar to see how long it took me to solve the first clue.  I watched the rows of bookcases that filled half of the room, searching for a pair of eyes peering through the books or the slight movement of a figure staying just out of sight.  My surveillance didn’t last…

Asleep in the Library

Asleep in the Library

    It was late autumn of my first year of college, and in my effort to keep clinging on to the ultra-studious persona I had cultivated in high school, I had been making myself go to the library after my early class and study until lunch.  But that early class was early, and the library was always so cold.  Most mornings, my time there was spent with my head resting on my folded arms, Franz Ferdinand’s only two melancholy songs playing on loop through my headphones while I drifted in and out of a doze.  Those cubicle-style desks just…

The Time I Stumbled Upon Britannia Manor Part II

This is Part II of the story, catch up with Part I here! We turned down the road that passes right by the construction site for Mark III, though it was hard to see much in the dark.  When we reached the intersection where I had turned around and left during my previous visit, we now found a man in a neon security vest with a flashlight.  We rolled down our window and he asked us what event we were there for.  That seemed like a weird question at the time (what else would we be there for?), so we…

The Time I Stumbled Upon Britannia Manor Part I

Sometimes the most interesting discoveries are waiting for you, right under your nose.  All you have to do is look for them.  This is the story of one of those discoveries. When I was living in Austin in 2010, my daily commute to work took me down a busy highway deemed “one of the most scenic urban drives in central Texas.”  The road winds through massive hills where the rock has been dramatically cut back to accommodate the highway, passes over Lake Austin and through Barton Springs, and provides such breathtaking views that the drive to and from work was often one of my…

The Secret Gym

The first time I heard about the secret gym was freshman year.  I was helping move music stands back to the band room after our spring concert.  A couple of other students and I were in a service elevator with a few racks of stands, when one of them, a sophomore, wondered aloud “I wonder if this thing goes up to the old abandoned gym.”  The rest of us had never heard of it, so our classmate explained that, according to “legend”, there used to be a gym in the attic of one of the high school’s four buildings.  One…

Nomen Ludi

If you’re a fan of both mysteries and old school video game nostalgia, then you’ll love this story by Rob Beschizza.  Nomen Ludi explores a mystery born in the dawn of the digital age:  the long-lost ending to an indie 8-bit video game.  Here’s an excerpt from the beginning: “From the sleep of childhood and all its aimless memories, an old computer game returned to haunt me. My first recollection was a flashback at the airport, triggered by a scent: the same carpet deodorizer my mother used to use when I was a kid. Transported away from the echoes of…