The campfire will be beckoning us this evening if we are brave enough to yield to those who roam on All Hallow’s Eve. There will
Annie Patterson, adorned with knit hat, work gloves, winter coat, and garden rake, walked from the back of the house to her sprawling front lawn.
I’m not a full-force believer in paranormal occurrences. I know that many can be explained away by high emotional states, tricks of lighting and movement,