Knock Once For Yes
Whitby: On the trail of Dracula
Lil
Imagine her confusion when we garbled our explanation to her about the strange tall figure in the crop field. We refused to go back outside until she checked that the coast was clear, which she gallantly agreed to do, only to see an empty pasture beyond the garden fence. There was nobody there. Years later, we learned that the field behind our old house had a story of its own to tell.
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