havent had a story in awhile

heres another about my great grandmother.

i dont know how long ago this was, but it goes back 4 generations. my great grandmother was in high school when she met my great grandfather hazen. they went steady, went on dates. im not sure how they met. all i know is this was way long before people in backwoods maine could afford cars.

my great grandfather had horses back then. they were his buddies. almost like his dogs. he taught them tricks, and he trained them to follow his orders. he would use them for work and transportation. what else is to do in northernm maine?

my great grandparents were going to go to the high school dance together. so hazen decided to get the horses ready to take effie to the dance in the buggy. this was the first time hazen had gone to effie's house, and was a bit nervous about meeting her parents. when he pulled onto her road, the horses stopped. they wouldnt go up her driveway. they wouldnt listen to him. no matter waht he said, they just wouldnt budge.

forced to leave the horses down the road, hazen walked up the street. he reached her door and was told to wait at the bottom of the stairs to wait for effie. hazen heard her approach, and glanced up the stairs. he saw effie in her dress, but thats not why he was amazed. when he looked at effie, every rung holding up the banister on the stairs fell out. like they disapearred into the stairs.

hazen was white as a ghost. "it's not you, its me," effie said. "youre safe in here"