How It Started
I would jump the creek and run the fields and laugh and scream our youth until it was full dark and we couldn’t stand the silence that seemed to fall all too suddenly around us. There were rumors, of course, of a witch who lived in the small parcel of land that sat behind the Spires, that if you followed the creek you’d find her creepy little shack and she’d kill you or eat you or do whatever horrible thing a ten year old ... could think of
