When I was 13 I moved with my parents to a small town which had a history of missing children. About 20 in total had gone missing in the last 30 years with only 5 children ever returned, but they never spoke a word and died soon after finding their way home. No one had ever been able to discover what had happened to them, or the ones still missing. This was in the early days when there was very little work around and the work that was available usually didnt pay very well. This being said it is fairly obvious why my father jumped at the offer of caretaker at the local primary school soon after the original one had passed on. The offer was very decent with accomodation provided (the ex-cartakers house) which was close to the school... despite the fact that everywhere in town was a 2 minute walk to the school house (the population was so small that the middle school and high school were combined). My next two years at school were uneventful, nothing ever seemed to happen in town except for in the first year when a body was discovered in the forest backing onto the school oval the child had been dead sometime, which makes you wonder why they didnt find it before.

Everyone figured that this must have scared the guy who was doing this because for the next year no children were taken and none showed up. I few close friends in school during this time, and over time we became obsessed with finding the old caretakers "treasures" as we understood it the old man would wander around muttering about his "treasures" and seeing as he had no family and nothing was ever taken from the house we guessed it must still be in the house. We went through the house for months and never found a thing. Until one day when we were going through the attic and found a letter which was written to the caretaker from someone named Martin Henessy, and low and behold he was talking about the treasure too. He told the caretaker that it was sure to be found where he had buried it and he should move it to somewhere no one would actually look, like the cemetary... Perhaps on the far side of the vault from the 1800's.

Well that was enough for us. That night we all left in search of our treasure, gleams in our eyes the size of pennies. We started digging behind that vault that was discribed to us, and soon enough we found our his "treasures". There was a lot of it too, but then again I am not too sure that childrens bones are worth too much, are you?