Letter Of Concern
Jasper Partrick
November 1, 1907
Napa, California
On the west side of the Napa Valley, above the lowlands of the river, in the rolling hills before they become the Mayacama mountains, there is an old cemetery. A windy road stretches from the from the river banks of the valley floor. Winding up, up into the hills until it dead ends at an ancient set of gates. The gates of a Graveyard.
This is not Tulocay, a well maintained cemetery with its perfectly groomed lawns and an abundance of scented flowers. This is much different. Overgrown with twisted oaks, spiky weeds, vines and brambles. It is old, archaic- decrepit. The dark and damp earth sinking into ancient graves with a putrid stench. Broken and cracked tombstones revealing yet hiding a time long forgotten.
Legend is that the Napa Rebobs haunt these hills. Flying from tree to tree searching for victims to quench their voracious appetites. But who or what are they?
Some say they are an experiment that went wrong of a mad scientist – half robots half monkey. Others claim they are something ancient and unexplained.
Witnesses describe rebobs as flying monkeys and others detail something much, much more sinister. Parents and grandparents tell tales to children, warning them to beware of the mysterious creatures who inhabit the trees along Partrick road. Their origins are a mystery and many dismiss them as legend, A myth, nothing but an old wives tale.
However my friend I can assure you that the Rebobs are indeed quite real.