It was 1963, it was summertime in New York and I was nine years old.

My older brother was 13 and at that time we lived in a county bordering Pennsylvania.

It was the only county in the state without an incorporated city and to this day it is

very remote. It's as far back in the sticks as anyone can get and if you were to go any further

you would be on your way out. We lived up a dirt road that was miles from any town with a population

of even 500. The area consisted of only fields and forests, of course there were a lot of wildlife

and we were familiar with every species there or so we thought. One night my brother and I were

on the front lawn and there was no moonlight which gives you a very ominous feeling especially

when you're a kid in such a rural area. The dead silence added to the strange feelings we

were having. Suddenly the silence was broken when out of the darkness came a blood-curdling

scream. Did you hear that? I said. I think we both spoke at the same time. Of course we knew

the other had heard it because you would have to be deaf not to. We were wide eyed with fright

and that scream was ear piercing and it was not a short scream. It was terrifying and like nothing

I could ever imagine. I struggled to find an explanation because I was the one who usually had

the answers to things. My brother had always been a bit slower to figure things out. Therefore I knew

he would be depending on me for an explanation. I took a few minutes to think about it and I said

maybe it's George up on the letter S Road beating his wife. That was the best I could come up with

but it didn't convince my brother. Then we heard the scream again and my brother said no that

scream came from the woods across the lake on this side of the stone wall. George lives way past that.

I just have to stop here and I've got a question. So George beat his wife and you guys could hear

him scream and all that way. Did anybody ever think to go over and beat the shit out of George?

Just wondering all right let's move on with the story. The scream came the third time and we

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