I was in Bridgeton on the way to Sebago Lake many years ago and driving around dusk to get to my cabin when I saw what looked like a white horse and rider go around the road in front of me. I had passed a farm and thought the woman must have been from there, but after the curve was a long hill, and there was no one there. She just vanished. Later I asked locals who said the farm was an orchard, and they had no horses. Still get shivers thinking about it.|
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Categories: orchard, hill, cabin, horses, farm
The Inn was never a comfortable place to visit, on those occasions when we went there to visit with the new owners while they renovated the place. Maybe it was something to do with some unfortunate bouts of stomach flu, or maybe that was what they called it when reservations were hasty cancelled after one night. Maybe that's why it closed and the previous owners sold and moved far away - that cold, stand offish air the place had, like the building itself was trying to ignore you. A person just could not feel at ease there, as though the walls were straining to move away from you, as though you somehow offended something.
It was in this place I saw the work of the others. We were in the lounge area, examining some blueprint or drawing, when one of the adults (yeah, I was 8) realized something had been forgotten in the car, would I run and get it. I did not relish making the trip alone but there was nothing else for it but to make as short work of it as possible. But I knew, instinctively somehow, not to show any fear, so I walked, walked around through the far side of the lounge, through the kitchen, down the back corridor, past the office where we'd all been not 20 minutes ago and the light was still on, out to the garage to get the requested case from one of the cars.
This part took a couple of minutes, and I headed immediately back. Passing the office, I beheld what looked like the aftermath of an earthquake - desk up ended, file cabinet on its side, all drawers pulled out and tossed randomly, papers everywhere. It all just laid there looking like .. A break in. I ran back to the adults, and reported it as that, ''we've had a burglary''. No one thought I knew what that meant apparently, because I had to describe the scene, but as I did, eyes widened and in a minute or less we were all headed to the office.
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