Status Updates From The Events at Poroth Farm

Deborah, though possessing a beautiful length of black hair, wound it all in a tight bun behind her neck, pulling the hair back from her face with a severity which looked almost painful, and Sar maintained a thin fringe of black beard that circled from ears to chin in the manner of the Pennsylvania Dutch.

Just before dinner, in need of a break, read a story by Arthur Machen, [...] God, what an experience! [...] the sections from the young girl's notebook were staggering—that air of paganism, the malevolent little faces peeping from the shadows, and those rites she daren't talk about. It's called The White People, and it must be the most persuasive horror tale ever written.

This takes place on a farm that's 10 minutes from my house so this story literally is hitting home for me. A very good slow burn weird fiction short story. (Yikes that's a mouthful ain't it?)

I've been wanting to read this FOREVER. its so creepy!