A visit to the farmhouse

A visit to the farmhouse

One night, when the moon was full and the trees waved their bare branches in a wild Wind, ghostly shadows danced across the meadows framed by ancient stone walls.
From far down the old stagecoach road, horses’hooves and the clatter of wheels were heard approaching the farmhouse that stood like an old white sentinel on a hill.
The windows glowed yellow like the moon, and the night was electric!
The stagecoach halted briefly by the porch and then, swift as the wind, it disappeared.