Haunted Hay Wagon rides in the Pines

Come to Rock N Wool Winery for a night of scares, thrills and libations. You will receive a free drink and have a wagon ride through our haunted pines. A fun night to party with other Halloween lovers. Two food trucks will be available as well as wine, beer and cocktails. Grounds open at 6pm, rides begin at 6:15 and will run till 9:00 with grounds open till 10pm. Be afraid, just a little.

The Story

The following letter was found in the wall of our barn when a brick fell out revealing a hidden nook. The letter was rolled around a human big toe and tied with a long lock of hair.

My name is Lawrence Tailsman and I’m writing this not cause I’m guilty, its cause I had no one to brag to about my finest deed. It was the fall of 1945 and like every year the Paint it Red Circus would rent our south field to do their nonsense. My wife Rebecca loved the circus, so I let em, but mostly for the money. Rebecca’s never had no sense. Well the Friday show starts so I go hit the bottle in the basement as I aint fond of people driving back and forth on my place, but the money. Saturday morning comes and I’m passed out in the basement, but I got no eggs or coffee when I wake. That aint right, so I call out for the wife, but nothing. It’s 5:30 am so I know she’s not feeding the pigs so I figure someone at the circus needed help or something. Rebecca was always offering to tend to injuries and such. No sense. So I drive the truck to the south field. Nothing. Everyone is sleeping, even the damn animals. City folk sleep their lives away. I heard something coming from the big top tent so I grab my axe in case of animals and head to the tent. Inside is nothing but some damn small car with bright colors. Then I hear it, a giggle. Sounded like Rebecca, but I hadn’t heard her laugh or giggle since we got married. I pulled open the door and by god, there must have been 10 clowns packed in the car and all on top of my Rebecca, who was in an indelicate position. By the time I was done hacking, I couldn’t tell what was blood, makeup or fake clown hair. Rebecca was in such shock she couldn’t even get out a scream. She was never coming back with me, but I did want a memento. She always wore sandals because she said that she had pretty toes. No sense. She did have pretty hair though. So I went back to my truck and doused the tent, the wagon, the cages, everything in gas. Tossed a match on some straw, well we had a barbecue. Most things were burnt dead before they even knew. Damn bearded lady jumped out of the fire at me. Had my chainsaw in the truck so I gave her a very close shave before I tossed her back in the pyre. Was a good morning. Burning clown smells like cotton candy. By the time fire trucks arrived, there was nothing left. I faked a sad face and told them my wife was helping them out when the fire started. Poor me, a widower. Next week, I tilled and planted pines just in case someone thought to get wise on me.

That was 40 years ago. Nope, no guilt here. I hope someone finds this someday and remembers that no one got the best of Lawrence Tailsman. I’m off now to check my pines. Two Chicago jack asses are paying me to hunt in the pines. Well its dark now and they haven’t come out yet. If they think they are camping up there, well they are going to pay up more or face my wrath.

Lawrence Tailsman.

Lawrence Tailsman and the hunters were never seen again the year of 1985. In 1986 a realtor showed the property to a young couple one late October night, they all disappeared and were never found. My family bought the property in 1987, but were warned by locals to never go into the pines at night. We never have until now…..