Pennsylvania loves its war heroes, but only one of them had his bones boiled for transport: Mad Anthony Wayne.
We got more than we bargained for with our rented cottage, and a little less than we expected in the ghost town
I was following Jilly to the second storey when she said, in her way, “I like the stairs in this haunted house, Mum.” I stopped dead.
There is a man in a grey suit who smiles freely and greets guests on the banquet level some late evenings. I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting him, but there’s time yet.