The Stench

It was a sunny February day in the Utah Mesas, when we saw it.

An enormous, ancient, clouded cavern, in the face of the rocks. Slowly we approached as a dreadful stench flowed out. In one quick swoop we both made eye contact and covered our noses, but as we got closer and closer the stench became like a straight jacket, wrapping around us and not letting go. As we finally entered, we saw tools and chunks of pottery littered across the ground, but as we looked closer we saw human bones everywhere. We automatically assumed it was a Native American burial site, as the Mesas are covered in Native American ruins. However all the pottery, amulets, and wooden figures that would usually be there were gone. That's no surprise though, as that's pretty typical of grave robbers. With anger of the absolute disrespect some people have, we call tribal police.

After a couple hours they called back and said they sent some people up and that it was indeed a burial site. They also told us that the reason the smell was so rancid was because the grave was dug up only a couple hours before we stumbled upon the cave.

It's now been a couple months and the culprit still hasn't been caught.