The Fredericks bought Adkins Estate with farmhouse, barn and sheds. The farm maintained itself from land rentals to local farmers. There was also a notorious fence separating it from ancient Indian burial grounds.
That’s why they bought it. They planned to rent rooms to people wanting to spend the night in a haunted house.
They repaired the buildings but broke the fence to make it look spookier. They called their website “Visit Fredericks’ Freaky Ghost House”.
Many rented rooms and left five-star reviews until it became known that after changes to the fence, the ghosts no longer felt welcome.
Linked to Charli Mills’ Carrot Ranch flash fiction challenge with the prompt “broken fence”. Stories are required to be exactly 99 words excluding title. I searched, but I could not find Frederick’s Ghost House. Just in case there is such a place, this is a work of fiction.
Photos: “Deep Green Looking Up”, above, and “Where There’s Sun There’s a Shadow”, below. These don’t look spooky to me, but perhaps I am not looking close enough.
I really enjoyed this and hearing you read it made it even better 💜😀
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I am glad you liked the audio as well, Willow!
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It was fun to hear you 😀
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This is on of yours the most powerful posts Frank
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I am glad you liked this one, Ben! Thank you!
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This is really good, Frank.
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Thank you, Dan!
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Loved this story, your nano fiction is becoming each time more interesting.
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Thank you, Danik! I am glad you like these.
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This is very clever, Frank. Well done.
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Thank you, Robbie!
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Sometimes change just doesn’t go over well — even with ghosts. I enjoyed your reading and photos. When I was a kid, I knew where the old Washo burial ground was. No markers, just sunken graves in the middle of the forest a half mile outside town. It was on the way to an old tree fort kids from the 1940s had built. This was the 1970s and we skirted that fenced area, never wanting to let those ghosts out!
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I remember walking through an old Indian burial ground in northeast Wisconsin around Sheboygan. Without the trail markers explaining what it was I would have missed it. Thank you, Charli!
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Have you been to Madeline Island (from Bayfield, WI)? There’s one on the island but it has a strange mixture of cultural markers.
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I haven’t seen that one, but I will keep it in mind when I travel that way.
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This Reminds me of the Fence my Mother
Put around my Grandmother’s Grave
i passed by it when i took my Wife
to Work early
in the Morning
for my Mother
was Afraid someone
would step on her Grave
but true all the Fence Did
Was Keep the Weeds in as
the Rest of the Graves Laid
Neatly Manicured
by the Lawn
Man
Every Week..
True most all of
my Family is Conservative
Like this except for my Sister and me
as My Mother and my Father and Our
Son are Ashes that sit upon a Book Case now
True though
they live
on in
my Personal
Bible long After
the ashes and stones
left unmarked from Soul..:)
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It is nice how those we knew who have died live on in our Personal Bible.
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A nice and lingering
Way to Honor their Souls..:)
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It is.
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🙂
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