A Story for Halloween.


Wicked Rural Homestead

When we moved East we were basically homeless for the better part of three months.  We lived out of hotels and vacation rentals (not easy with two dogs) and only had one vehicle in the meantime.  This meant that my amazing husband would drop me off at work in the morning and then spend his day looking for work and a place to land all of our stuff and ourselves.

He must have looked at hundreds of places before we found our first East Coast home in Kennebunk.  The dogs came with us everywhere we went and so it was no surprise they were in the car with him when he had a very odd experience in a town not to far from where we live now.

I’ll let him tell it:

The relator started by asking if I was “scared of ghosts?”  I said that depended on the ghost…

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