The Haunting of Windwood Farm by Rebecca Patrick-Howard

Author:Rebecca Patrick-Howard
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: paranormal, supernatural, ghosts and haunted houses, ghosts, mystery, women sleuths, parapsychology, occultism, paranormal fantasy, historical, supernatural mystery, supernatural psychic, ghost mysteries, urban exploring, old houses, abandoned houses fiction, urbex, historical mystery, ghost story
Publisher: Mistletoe Press
Published: 2015-08-15T00:00:00+00:00

SHE REPLAYED THE CONVERSATION from the group at the Stokes County Historical Society over and over in her head and something about it just wasn’t sitting right for her. As nice as it would have been (okay, as gruesome as it would have been), Robert really was dead and in the grave in the Vidalia public cemetery. She had seen the picture taken at his public service. He’d been a portly, sallow fellow in death. But he’d definitely been dead as a doornail. Whatever that meant. He wasn’t buried beneath the house, either the standing part or the crumbled part. Someone still may have murdered the old dude, but he was where he should be. That didn’t mean he wasn’t haunting the house, of course, but it did mean their first theory could fly out the window.

Now there was something else bothering her, though. There wasn’t any evidence that pointed to the fact that Donald Adkins’ disappearance had anything to do with what had gone on at Windwood Farm. In fact, there wasn’t really anything to prove that anything other than simple tragedy had happened at Windwood Farm at all. All of the deaths checked out. Clara and her mother almost certainly died of TB. Robert died of a heart attack or something natural and was buried where he was supposed to be. She and Matt had been wrong.

But she still had a feeling. Taryn trusted her gut more often than she trusted logic.

There was no reason to think Donald’s disappearance had anything to do with Windwood Farm. Nobody at the Historical Society could give her an exact date for his disappearance, only that was “sometime late in the fall” but they pointed her to the newspaper office. The Stokes County Daily had once been the Stokes County Herald and issues back then were sent out once a week instead of every day. Shirley assured her, though, that they should have the 1920s editions on microfiche. She, herself, had perused the old issues when doing her genealogy.

Taryn decided to start there.

She hated giving up such a beautiful morning when she should be out at the house, painting, but she knew if she didn’t get this out of her system, it would nag at her. Since leaving the meeting, she’d barely been able to think about anything else, but that was almost a welcomed relief. In fact, she’d actually experienced a good night’s sleep the night before. Most nights, she needed the help of at least one Tylenol PM, especially since she’d developed a nagging headache a few months back and it only seemed to be worsening in this heat, but last night she’d drifted off like a baby and hadn’t had a single bad dream. Matt sent her a text message and reminded her that a special was coming on about the Titanic, something she would usually make sure not to miss, but she’d slept right through it.

Before starting out that morning, she made herself a jug of sweet tea and filled it full of ice using the machine in the hallway.

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