BBM
The post I was responding to (which was quoted in full in my response) posed the scenario that the girls were abducted elsewhere in Evansdale and then moved to the location or locations near Meyer's Lake where they were seen by the witness(es) who saw them between 12:30 and 1:00.
Had the two girls already been abducted before they got close to Meyer's Lake, I doubt they would have been seen without the person who abducted them.
Since there is no evidence of that, I don't think that was what happened.
As for the portion I bolded, that was the sort of place that I was drawn to at that age... along with every other kid in the neighbourhood. We'd get each other all freaked out over the tales we would tell about a little patch of woods and another place that had a long deserted house.
And when we were all freaked out, we would dare each other to go ride by the "haunted" house or the "boogie man forest" (which, as an adult, I realise was a neglected orchard on less than 2 acres). Or ride up to the house and touch the door. And all sorts of other silly kid stuff that was made way more fun because we were both scared and full of bravado.
Yes, sir, I am here to tell you that I am probably the toughest person on the internet today because when I was 11 years old, I sat on the front porch of the haunted house for 30 minutes with a flashlight while I pretended I was reading a book.
It was only afterwards, due to the taunts of my playmates that I realised that if you're pretending to read, you should flip a page occasionally. But as I pointed out on that fateful evening, it didn't matter what I was doing, I sat on the porch of the haunted house for 30 minutes.
So I read the description and looked at Ollipop's photos of that place along Meyer's Lake and wondered why it wasn't bustling with scared little kids speeding through there from morning until after dark to prove that they aren't too scared to do so.
We did the exactly same thing as kids - lots of abandoned or rundown
properties with single old people living in them with no electricity or
running water - where the witches lived! If they came out you ran like Hell!
Next to one such place I was picking raspberries one evening and 'the
witch' came out, so I dropped down, fast. The witch began singing! It
was lovely! ... until she sang, "and will the littleboy who is picking my
raspberries give me some?" ... and I got up and ran like hell .... my chums
would not believe I got that close to her! Some years older the woman
and I would wave at each other as I pssed on my bike. Her name was
Magaret. My grandmother explained the woman had lost her husband in
World War I, whatever that was. A war of some kind I guessed ...