Did I ever tell you of my experience with an evil apparition, a specter, a demon, a ghost?
A many decades have gone by, yet it is as if it happened the night before last.
A young son I was, no more then ten. Such a strong child I was, fearful of nothing, as long as I was by my mother’s hand.
We lived in the country, on a road all by ourselves.
Vacant of life, void of expression.
Nothing to watch from my crooked porch, but for the Osage posts disappearing into the… Continue