The Magic Mill

“Is it a haunted house?” Billy asked. Father's face brightened and smiled. “No,” he said, “I think it's an abandoned mill, and I don't think anyone's been here in over a hundred years!!” Mother and Kari found some old cups and dishes. “Maybe we can eat our bread on dishes tonight and put rainwater in these cups,” Mother said. “Let's clean them”. All of a sudden, the wind gusted and the door blew open. There stood a figure of a person and as the lightening flashed Billy could see his face. It was a very old man, and either the lightening or the wind or the old man himself caused a chill to go up Billy's spine. The old man said, “I saw the candles lit and the fireplace burning and came in to see who was here. This is my place.”