E.B.'s Journal' |
Thomas' story is brief. Still, it manages to freeze the blood in my veins just thinking about it. The farm Mr. Thomas tends to with his wife Gladys has been in his family for generations. The barn is old and decrepit, with a multitude of critters roaming about on its eaves and within its walls. Odd sounds are commonplace in there: the chirp of a cricket, the hoot of an owl. But one day, Mr. Thomas heard a sound unlike any other. |