Growing up in a small town taught me to appreciate the beauty and splendor of nature, fostering a deep love for animals. It also provided the chance to delve into the folklore of the deep woods, unravel the mysteries of the Adirondack Mountains, and cherish the stories shared around campfires—truly the best of times. I developed an affection for eerie tales of ghosts, goblins, and monsters rumored to dwell in the dark woods. Residing in a lake community nestled within the Adirondacks offered a delightful world of swimming, boating, skating, and fishing. The simplicity of such a life is often underappreciated until one grows older and recognizes the weariness of the rat race. The realization dawns that life's finest pleasures are as simple as enjoying a cup of coffee while gazing upon the water, listening to the loons and the crickets' evening chorus. As a child, my imagination was so vivid that I was convinced I saw ghosts, leading me to adopt the philosophy of 'if you can't beat them, join them.'I wanted to put the stories in my head on paper to share with others. My strong maternal family encouraged me to embrace this vivid imagination and believe in the unbelievable. I savor the chilling tales of Northern New England and yearn to believe in the fantasies, spirits, and urban legends that keep people whispering and wondering long after the sun has set.With good people by your side, a loving pet to snuggle with, and a good book to entertain you, you will have everything you need in life. Read more about this authorRead less about this author