Phil Rabe

This is one of my favorite "old time ghost stories" as told by mother, around the campfire while the kids roasted marshmallows and froze our Floridian butts off in the chill summer evenings of coastal Maine- An icy fog rolling in, and with a belly full of our annual lobster dinner, I always associated this story with autumnal weather, and as an adult, with Halloween. To the extent that I crafted 5 prop "paintings" that mimic the ghastly story for use in my annual haunted house setup!