Henry and Eve told us about a castle out in the country off Keim Road, and we were convinced there was something bad happening there. Henry interviewed the owner and filmed it: two elderly men lived there, descendants of a famous German economist. The place was overgrown and dilapidated, and we took drives there when we were bored, expecting to find something.

In Henry’s video, the old man is visited by friends from Philadelphia and they are sitting on a picnic bench, drinking beer. They talk of parties with bonfires, and the one guy from Philadelphia is wearing pewter rings with faces on each finger. He goes by the name Bob Thorn.

When the old man talks, his eyes disappear back in his head. The countryside seems to emit some awful truth, something hiding there.

I’ve spent the past couple hours scouring the Internet looking for it, 20 years later. The old man is still alive.

Categories: Memoir

Tags: horror, postaday, spooky