After you were finally able to clear a full day and go out to visit your uncle with a few bears and some cheap chicken you burned down the country road side and then settled down on the front porch with your uncle who had a beer in his hand, cigarettes in his pocket and the cooler overflowing with the beer you bought.

You got him to tell you the Willy Van Klein fellow who lived up the street at the apple orchard that no longer stood where Henry said it was, you didn’t question it, much anyway.

The story was just as disturbing and grotesque as any of his other stories with it ending in Willy killing himself by cutting his throat, it’s a sad fate but he’s not suffering anymore so you suppose that’s better than nothing.

“Well that’s the story kiddo, don’t know what else you’d expect from his part of the world.” He huffed, finishing his beer and reaching for another.

“So, what’s up with you big city college student?” He asks. “Any scary stories for me?” He grins in his uncle Henry like way.