Eugene Butler moved to a quiet North Dakota farm and built himself a fortune.

No family, no fuss, just a guy and his land.

But beneath that calm surface was a man haunted by shadows that only he could see.

But when the sheriff got involved, Eugene ended up in a mental hospital.

Then, years later, something was found beneath his farmhouse that flipped

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Around 50 people call it home, and the landscape looks like the kind of peaceful farmland

postcard you'd expect.

Rolling green pastures, animals grazing like they don't have a care in the world.

Nothing about it screams dark or twisted, but appearances can be deceiving.

Back around the turn of the 20th century, Shawnee, a tiny farming village just few miles from Grand Forks,

welcomed a new neighbor. Eugene Butler rolled into town with his brand new 480-acre farm,

and Shawnee has never quite been the same since. Eugene came from Royalton, New York,

a good stretch from his new dirt patch and the two brothers

he left behind. Still, he wasn't a rookie. He knew his way around a farm, and within a few

years, folks noticed his place was booming. The herd was thriving, the land was shaped up,

and the money was flowing. Eugene was making a killing. With no wife, no kids to split the take, every penny stayed right in his

own pocket. Eugene earned a reputation for being notoriously cheap. His neighbors remembered him

griping about how much his housekeepers cost him. Even though cash seemed to flow like the

Missouri River, Eugene quickly put a stop to what he called costly luxuries

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