She was walking home on one of the snowiest nights of the year, she tells me. She kind of loses track of time, and eventually comes to this park. A place she'd never heard of, and one she was never able to find again. That big park, with that little house right in the middle of it.
I used to be a sawyer, you know? Sawmill man. This weather tonight makes me think of the last place that I ever worked. The terrible cold and the awful feeling you'd get at night. Like you were being watched by something, just beyond the trees.
Featuring Chai Valladares and Eric Synnott.
I guess you wanna hear that story, huh? It all happened a short while after my father died, years ago. I never knew much about his side of the family, but maybe it was better that way. Maybe it would have been better if I'd never found those photos.