There was always a specific spot where anything mechanical would shut down. Cars would stall and a four wheeler would cut off
A graveyard that didn’t belong to our family sat beside the home. We don’t know the names on the gravestones
There was a skeleton in the forest. We don’t know who passed there
A home at the beginning of the road burned down but the chimney remained. I swear we could see smoke coming from it sometimes
There were figures in the wheat fields sometimes but they were too far away to see. Grandpa said they were neighbors and we should never talk to them
My great grandmas house sits next to my grandpa’s, abandoned, and we were told to never go in there
Sometimes at night when I couldn’t sleep, I could hear the sound of clacking coming down the road
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