FARMER’S END
(This spooky tale is another exploration of one of my pet pseudo 'supernatural' themes.)
It was a dark and unusually sultry, summer night. To the girl driving the patrol car, that apprehensive feeling was apparent; the one you get when a heavy thunderstorm is imminent. But something was clearly wrong. She was sure she’d followed her father|s hastily scrawled directions correctly. About five miles after crossing the old river bridge she had arrived at the crossroads as expected, and then turned right. The road was paved at first, but soon turned to dirt and became narrowed, with high tangled bushes on either side, Then suddenly her headlights revealed a large rock ahead, almost filling the road.
She stopped the car, turned down the radio, and reached for her telephone, "Dad,
