The shell of the small haunted mobile home stands surrounded by high brush. When the night is black with no moon to light the darkness, you can see an eerie glow inside the little box car like home.

A few years ago happiness and love lived there. There wasn't a lot of money, but there was a huge abundance of love residing within these flimsy walls.

Matt worked the all night shift at the shoe factory. When he stood on the dock, peering across the tracks he could see the warm glow of lights coming from his home. He never had much money, so when he and Martha married, she had moved into the small trailer he owned. She would have lived in a tent if that was all that was available. They were fast approaching their early forties, so to have found each other was the wonder of both their lives.

With Martha's biological clock ticking away, no one was surprised when she became pregnant their first year. Little Franny was both sickly and cranky. Most nights Martha would be walking up and down the small narrow hall trying to soothe the distressed infant. Matt would take over early mornings so Martha would get a little sleep, before he had to go in and get his own decent rest.

Neither really minded losing sleep walking little Franny up and down, back and forth as Mommy crooned "HUSH LITTLE BABY". It seemed to be the only thing that soothed her. Matt promised Martha a rocking chair. Each pay he put a few dollars aside for just that purpose. Colic was always hard on first time parents. They were sure she would soon be sleeping through the night, so a bit of colic was nothing to be that concerned about... She was a poor eater so they agreed that was part of her problem. Doc. James assured them she would soon outgrow her fussing.

It was a few hours before Matt got home from his shift. Martha had awakened with a heavy feeling of DOOM. She must have slept right through Franny's middle of the night whimpering. As she rushed into the baby's tiny room, she could see from the door way that the baby was a ghostly white."Little Franny had stopped breathing sometime during the night".

Though Matt could see his home from the dock, he hadn't heard a sound. The high pitched whaling and weeping pierced the night air, still Matt had not heard a sound.

When Matt opened the front door a few hours later, the first thing he smelled was the propane gas. On the couch, lay his whole life. Franny was held lovingly in her mother's arms. Martha's cold face was peacefully nestled in Franny's little neck. Her dark curls covering the side of Martha's face.

Matt had to be physically torn from their side...He has long since passed away. "He died a lonely broken man".

Neighbors have seen the eerie light that passes through the trailer at night. BACK AND FORTH, UP AND DOWN, night after night it is SEEN. They have also heard and seen the bushes rustle and sway, as if a heavy wind were ripping through, when the night was still with not even the slightest breeze. More than one has told of seeing a heavy "fog like substance" that seemed to be pushing through the brush to the trailer. There the fog hangs for hours, as if desperately trying to "GET IN."