"He doesn't like to talk about it," my friend Jenny explained while we were discussing the odd occurances in her old farm house. She was referring to her brother, who also grew up in this place. She and I were sitting on the hood of her car bantering back and fourth about the paranormal.

That is the house in this drawing. An undated farm house that they know next to nothing about... but pieces of untold stories have been put together over the years by the house's dead previous occupants. The legal owner, their grandmother, refuses to let experts date the place, as she's afraid of them condemning it and tearing it down.

I spent several hours in the house, scouring every nook and cranny, every crevice, ultimately interested and just plain curious about the past of the dilapidated old farm house.

At first glimpse of the place, you'd swear you were on the set for some horror thriller movie. Most of the porch and well... just about everything was hanging or falling off, including the interior. They'd piled up their belongings here and there, but it's only partially occupied these days, so there isn't much. Jenny showed me where she and her brother had slept when they were young, and every so often would point out where something odd had happened. A scream, a vision, a ghost, noises, objects being displaced... the usual ghost stories. But there's something unusual about this place to me. The energy of it was so chaotic... there was a little girl, an bitter man, a suicidal woman... the place was just brimming with horror stories.

I find it all fascinating, and I could go at great length about what happened there, and what is said to have happened there, but I'll leave it up to the viewer. Enjoy this piece ^_^

It was done in ink, colored in PhotoshopCS3