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Title: "By the Pricking of My Thumbs, Something Wicked This Way Comes"
Date: June 21, 2016
By: Michael Rabideau
City: Ogdensburg
State: New York
Age: 53
As I walked through the gates into the farm yard, I had a keen sense of foreboding. At first, it seemed like ants crawling under my skin; my body temperature began to rise to an uncomfortable level, as if I had been sitting in the sun for too long. What was it I was experiencing? I had been on the road for too long. Maybe my mind was playing tricks on me. When you are a fugitive from justice, everyone is watching you, and trust went out the window a long time ago. So why was I worried? No one knew me around here, and my past was not going to catch up with me here.
I heard the usual rustic sounds playing like a symphony in the back of my mind: leaves rustling in the wind, the cacophony of animals in the barn, and the weird thunking of an ax on a block of wood. What was that? I heard it right the first time. I came around the side of the barn and there was a woman dressed in a blue dress taking care of her business. The decapitated chickens were strewn about the scene of the execution, and now I had been spotted. I put up my hands in a gesture of amity, and when our eyes met, I knew I was in trouble...