CHAPTER 2

Grandma and Grandpa always made a big deal out of it when we visited them on holidays. I admit, that what I liked best about my grandparent's farm was playing in the old playhouse that grandpa had built for our mom when she was a little kid like me.

My sisters and I would take our dolls and tea sets out to the playhouse and entertain ourselves all day and into the evening, playing "pretend".  Mostly we pretended that we were grown up ladies at a fancy tea, or we would take turns at being the "teacher" and played "school".

The playhouse sat at the edge of the woods in the back pasture, just out of sight of the house. Over the years the ivy vines, berry bushes, and brush, had tried to re-claim it...and we would have to hack ourselves in through the bushes to get to it. 

Once we had cleared out a path to the front door, and cleared the window of brush and vines, we would sweep the dirt floor with a broom we'd make out of scotch broom brush.  Grandma had given us a little old cupboard to put in the playhouse, along with a small handmade  table and two wooden benches that grandpa had made in his workshop for our mother one Christmas.   It was a wonderful place to play in! At least it was until today...On All Hallows Eve.

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