The Hayloft


The barn sat back from the road, abandoned. One swift wind could knock it down in a hurry, but this didn’t deter the group of teens who met to play Dungeons & Dragons in the hayloft.

Cattle branding and drunken beatings were once customary in this very place. Thirteen years ago, the old farmer’s wife hung herself from a crossbeam. Nobody found her – or cared to look – for days.

If the teens had known any of this, they probably would have found a less sinister setting for their adventures. But on and on they journeyed, rolling dice and laughing into the night.

Melinda Gray still watches over them, dangling from the beam – toes brushing past their tousled heads.  

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