So, that's the story of Hazel and me and our time in the little town of Red Boiling Springs, Tennessee. It may not sound like much. I'm sure lots of people have plenty of stories like that from when they were young but I'm almost fifty now and some things from my childhood have come back to plague me as an adult and I don't sleep so good anymore. I have bad dreams and panic attacks and I feel kind of trapped by my life, a lot of the time. As it turns out, I am haunted. I'm haunted by a lot of things and I'm haunted in a lot of ways. But when I think back to that time, twenty-five plus years ago, to my time as a young man just starting my life, in that town, I feel kind of free. In my mind, in my memories, I'm as free as I've ever been.
The End.