Hi listeners, I'm Samantha Ware and I have a story I want to tell you.

A story about a familiar farmhouse and its recent residents.

So gather round and this and close.

When I graduated school and became a dentist I badly needed change.

I was tired of paying copious amounts of money for a one bedroom apartment with a heavily

sloped floor that was too small for me in my two cats.

I wanted to place bigger than a closet.

I wanted to not fall asleep to car horns and sirens.

I wanted space to plant a garden for fresh vegetables to use in my cooking.

And that's how I came to live in a seven bedroom farmhouse in the middle of nowhere Cops Hill.

The farmhouse was absurdly inexpensive.

It was owned by a farmer who had purchased multiple farms over the years and had no need

for the house.

It was an older place and hadn't been lived in for years.

But according to the landlord, it had seen some recent renovations and repairs.

I was just happy the floors were level.

The property was expansive, fields of we as far as the I could see.

There wasn't another house for miles and the nearest grocery store was 15 minutes away

towards the suburbs of Cops Hill.

As for work, there was a dentistry clinic in town looking for a part-time assistant.

It seemed like a nice fit.

My parents thought I was crazy for moving there, taking a job in a small town I had no

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