My dad's girlfriend Dorothy passed away.

We don't know what we are going to do about dad. He's very independent. Rough. Mean. But he needs lots of help.

I'm scared.

It's late and the dog is barking. There is something outside in the woods. I go out to see what's going on. I'm like those girls in the old horror movies with the candle out in their virginal white nightgowns seeing where the monsters are hiding.

Something big is in the woods behind the house. I shine my light. I see glowing red eyes. I see glowing orbs. The light flickers as the batteries die. Something charges at me and I snap the flash on my camera hoping to scare what ever it is!

I keep snapping shots!

I run through the trees and the dead leaves and the snapping branches and the claw-like thorns as something evil and unknown is on my heals.

I get back to the house to see my brother on the porch in his pajamas with his flashlight. I'm all scared! I try to discribe the events of terror and he replies, "Well, there are lots of skunks out now."

That was all he had to say. I get back in the house fast.

In my room, I look at the pictures I took and see mist lingering in the trees and glowing orbs and know that the backwoods on my brother's farm is haunted.