Haunt of the Nightingale
John R. Riggs
"Far as I know. At least I haven't heard they've closed it down. " Beside the church was a log house with thick grey walls and a stone chimney. Low to the ground with only two small windows to let in the light, it had been built to withstand the icy winter winds that blew in from Lake Superior. I knocked on the door. The man who answered it was thin and stooped and smelled like stale sweat. His house smelled the same way. "Clarence, this is Garth Ryland from Oakalla," Ken Birt said.