I’ve been wandering around the landscape off of highway 16 between Stony Plain and Edmonton. Its been snowing on and off, I’ve discovered something about humanity, about human nature, and what we are capable of. This world though we wish to believe that we can live without losing our minds.

For the past week, I’ve been investigating the numerous disappearances of women along the highway. Hitchhiker’s, women with questionable pasts, etc. They’re people just like everyone else and whose stories need to be told. But to the ignorant masses, they think these people on the fringe of society aren’t those to be trusted.

In one weeks time, I discovered that the world we believe we live in to be nothing more than a thin sheet. Dividing the world we know and the harsh reality. I’ve heard stories to which I will share with you. But first, I want to ask everyone who’s reading this to please share and help spread the word. These people were someone’s mothers, fathers, siblings, and children. We need to please not forget them.

I started my investigation with the receiving of an email, it stirred something inside me like a virus. I spoke with the young woman who went by the name of Jen. She told me the story of her sister.

Dear Mystery Press, I’m writing this in the hopes of receiving some help. For months people have been going missing off the highways hitchhikers and runaways. They all seem to vanish without a trace while walking along Highway 16. So far a lot of people have gone missing this year. I lost my sister two months ago and I can’t find her. I have the feeling its a cover-up and would like you to look into it. I’m missing my sister, she’s 22 and goes by the name Lisa. She’s 5’4″ and aboriginal and went missing just last month You have experience in this field with your article on it and how you investigate issues in the area. I think she was traveling towards Spruce Grove but I don’t know for sure. I just want answers and even if you just spend a day on this it would be great. The police don’t care and have given me the runaround, we can’t count on anyone else to help.

Jen

I followed up by speaking with local truck drivers and those local to the area. I tried speaking with law enforcement, but I was shunned. What sorta help can they do when you’re going by possible real first names? So you can imagine how difficult it is in the hopes of finding help. Though at times I felt that I was being jerked around. This subject is nothing new, this subject has a long history prior to residential schools and slavery.

We’ve all heard stories of the media covering up such incidents. That government official, those on wall street, the rich. That partake in activities that are not only disgusting but illegal. A ring, orchestrated by a web of individuals. Those on the ground are giving an order form these are the trackers, from there they gather those that the receiver, and then they send them to the shipper. From their, they’re transported all over the country and sent overseas for the perverse pleasure of bankers, media moguls, oil company executives, the military, and law enforcement alike. Theirs kept in being ever circling loop to ensure they don’t tread off the path.

I spoke and rode with a trucker who works locally in the area. He delivers produce from a warehouse to stores within a two hundred kilometer radius. I’ve left his name and the names of his run in. I’ve taken the liberty of recording audio as I rode with him. That audio is being heavily edited to protect his identity, the company he works for, and the names of those he’s picked up. The audio will be up in a few days.

I’ve slept away from my family in a cheap motel, sleeping with one eye open, I’ve had people bang on my door in the middle of the night. This has taken a serious toll on me, one that really makes you open your eyes.

One must enter this world with no judgment, you must believe what you are doing is just finding a penny in a pile of nickels. If that makes any sense, I saw the faces of those who’ve lost hope, a system that ignores the fact that somethings wrong. People are listening and no one seems to care. I hope I don’t sound like a broken record. But at this point, I know it feels like I’m talking to a brick wall. No insult to you the reader but what I’m doing and what I’ve discovered is that this will be with me for a long time. That I won’t give this up until this answers are discovered. This is my octopus, my journey to salvation, I don’t know if Gods real, I don’t have all the answers, but someone does.

With that being said and I will be following up on this story until it is resolved.

I want you all to know that there is a thin vale that divides us from the world we live in and the world we think we live in. Hug your children tight, resolve any issues you have with loved ones, and be sure never to turn on a blind eye. Cause they are lurking and who knows when they’ll strike.