There’s a Shadow on the Loose

My first memory of the farm was when I was three years old. I slept in a bitterly cold, white, metal frame bed in what is now our dining room. Every night Mom would tuck me in and eventually close the sliding door between the kitchen and my room to keep the Norway rats out. … Continue reading There’s a Shadow on the Loose


Welcome to the weird part of family history! Growing up on a haunted farm wasn’t something I personally would have chosen. I mean, would you choose a house where you lie in bed at night and watch your covers being pulled down by an invisible hand? Probably not. Because it’s weird, and the weird should … Continue reading Introduction