Introduction:

A Constant Wanderer

I am a constant wanderer.

Never fitting in.

Ever lonely but accepting who I am.

Searching for, I forget what.

I have lived many lives.

I have traveled many miles.

Many stories I have.

 For you, I will tell them.

I wasn’t much for believing in scary stories about witches, monsters, or things that go bump in the night. My father, William Martus, would tell me the many legends of our family’s famous property every night before bed. I would never believe him, even as a child, because I always believed in the rational. My father would laugh when I would try to find a way to explain what really happened without the supernatural aspect of urban legends; he would then give a forced smile and tell me that I got my skepticism from my mother.

“Part of me rejoices in the chaos. Its jubilee serenades me with whispers of survival, purpose, and meaning. Peacetime has been a torturous imprisonment while the liberation of adversity has freed my soul.”

~Anonymous

Prologue

Saturday

May 30^th, 2020

Annie Lytle Elementary School

Formerly Known as Public School #4

11:47 pm