The Pram

by Joe Hill

What’s your Brooklyn residence like? Well, it’s 840 square feet, it cost more than this farmhouse you’re going to show us, and my wife miscarried in the bathroom. I mopped up the blood myself, used a whole tub of Lysol Wipes, and now it feels like we live in a morgue. Thanks for asking.

“Maybe Hobomeck only reveals itself to you when you need Hobomeck,” Marianne said.

“Why are they called Sin-Planters?”

“No, that’s just what folks round here call them. The Covenant of the Sorrowful Leaf, that’s their real name. They worship in groves instead of churches. They planted trees when they first arrived, and they were hung from them in bunches, first by the Pequot, then by the Methodists, then the Catholics. Everyone took a turn.”

At some point on the ride, Sally had correctly concluded she didn’t need to sell the house to him. It was Marianne who needed to be wooed and won.

was the green of split pea soup,

He drew back the wooden bolt, and the door creaked open with a sound right out of a third-rate haunted house ride.

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The Sin-Planters believed wild spaces were more holy than any church a man could build?

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