Mr. Honkers Blog Page

It was a dark autumn night three weeks before Halloween. A friend and I walked into an abandoned barn at the end of the street. It was filled like a cluttered garage with thousands of odds and ends all over. There was a dimmed light at the end which shown over a desk. We wandered over to the desk and shuffled through the dusty papers. Passing the Wind turbine plans, we found an obituary with a picture next to it. Starting to get an odd feeling, my friend and I began to sprint out of the barn as we both broke into a cold sweat. Its a night I will never forget.