Everyone had heard of the “Old Carver Place”. Indeed, most everyone knew it was said to be haunted.
My friends and I had always wanted to go there and see why. Halloween seemed like the perfect night.
As if in a script, the wind howled and trees groaned as we headed up the old wagon road.
A light seemed to shine from the attic window revealing the shadow of a woman with a child in her arms.
The window creaked as she pushed it open and looked down at us. “Finally” she sighed. “Someone was kind enough to help us.”