A Narrative Essay On A Hero's Journey

Vanessa, a junior at Marshall High School, sits well poised with a female ranger. She is a little anxious because she is not sure if she should have reported the incident, she is wondering that because nothing actual attacked her, she apologetically explains.
“I didn’t see anything just heard strange voices mumbling, sort of like someone is chuckling or panting.” Jenkins holds that thought,
“Could you make out any of the things these voices were mumbling?”
He asks paying close attention to her reply.
However, the girl cannot recall anything that would verify any understandable words.
“I’m sorry, I was afraid,’ she replies with an apologetic look on her face.
“I couldn’t make out any particular words or anything like that.”
Ranger Reynolds

fills the detectives in on the initial report.
“We checked the area where she claimed to have heard the mumbling and then we immediately called it in because of the seven high school kids attacked late yesterday evening.” The ranger looks at Vanessa with sympathy and gives a detailed overview of the trail.

“From the entrance to exit the path stretches approximately three miles with a creek running from the mountain emptying into a small pond like pool approximately halfway on the trail, we searched the trail from beginning to end and found nothing.”
Burroughs stands for a moment, realizing they are talking about the same path. Immediately directing his questions to the young girl,
“You’ve stated you heard the mumbling of voices.
“Do you mean there may have been more than one voice?”
Vanessa thinks for a second trying to recall.
“Yes! I could say that I heard several distinctive voices.”

Walking back to the sofa Burroughs sits down, reaching into his pocket, pulling out a small paper tablet; he makes a note of Vanessa’s statement, as soon as he had finished he gets up and leaves the room not saying a word. Once again, the strange behavior of his partner leaves him in a state of conjecture.
Jenkins continues the questioning.
“How often, do you ride that

path?
“Tell me Vanessa, have you ridden that particular trail often?”
“I’ve been riding horses since I was seven years old and I never heard anything like that before,” she explains.
“Today was the first time I jumped the chain and went on that particular trail. I ride the trails at least twice a week, On Saturday mornings and Sunday afternoons, but today I decided to ride around two o’clock.”

Noticing that the ranger has a troubled look on her face Jenkins decides to ask her a few relevant questions.
“Has anything changed on that path within the last two weeks?”
The ranger has a surprised look on her face and instantly responds.
“No, not in the last two weeks,” she calmly explains, “But there was a minor tremor and a few aftershocks about a month ago.” thinking about it, she adds. “As a matter of fact, the observatory recently did a show on it, if I remember correctly, it was called, No Fault of Ours... sort of play on words.”
Jenkins jots down the information as Burroughs enters the room again in deep thought.

“Tell me Ranger; is it possible to get a manuscript on the information covered in these tremors and aftershocks?”
“It’s possible, but you’d better talk with the director of the observatory for that.”
The Ranger responds.
Burroughs enters the room just in time to react; he clears his throat for a moment.
“That won’t be a problem I have a friend that works there” looking at the young Mexican girl he continues his questioning.
“Vanessa, think about this first before you answer me.
“Did you notice anything different about the air?”
To that question, Jenkins listens for the reasoning.
“What do you mean, different?” she asks.
Burroughs elaborates.
“I mean the scent in the air, what did it smell like?”
Jenkins puzzled by the line of questioning Burroughs is applying. The Ranger confused by the question is also wondering what the detective is getting at. Vanessa tries to remember, she searches the incident in her mind for a recollection of any smells
“I can’t really say,” Vanesa replies “everything was so pleasant until the rumbling started. However, this I can say; there was someone, or something watching me. I could feel it.”
Burroughs glances at Jenkins and then walks away.
His partner is done, and Jenkins discontinues the interview.
“Thank you, Vanessa, for contacting us, for now, you keeps on that path until future notification and stick to the original road.”
Vanessa eagerly agrees. The Ranger supports Vanessa’s decision to bring the matter to the police
“You did the right thing,” she explains, holding firmly on her arm reinforcing the girl’s choice. Everyone gets up to leave as Jenkins gently taps Vanessa on the head and shakes Ranger Reynolds’ hand.
“Miss Reynolds thanks for your cooperation. It’s time my partner and I did a little more of our own investigating on that path,” Burroughs remains in deep thought walking out the door while Jenkins finishes up with the girls.

Jenkins hurries to catch up to Burroughs, who is already in the parking lot opening the driver’s side door.
“What an asshole,” he thinks while running to the passenger’s side.
“Who the hell do you think you are, just walking off like you’re the boss or something?”
Burroughs does not answer he seems to be in a daze.
“Hey man,” Jenkins demands