Personal Narrative-Summer Hill Farm

Words: 1972
Pages: 8

It was a cool morning during the fall when I was harvesting corn in the fields near the cemetery. I was using our rickety old combine harvester when I heard something stirring in the woods. I thought it’s just an animal after all what else could it be. I didn’t bother to look as I was so tired from working another long day. I didn’t give it a second thought. I finished my work in the fields until dusk and then trudged home for supper. I struggled to keep my eyelids open as I drove home. Before I know it the sun will be up and I’ll be back at work. I work on a farm called the Summer Hill Farm. It’s a really old farm that goes all the way back to the Civil War. The farmhouse was used as a hospital during the Civil War and many small gravesites of former Civil War colonels and captains are scattered throughout the property. It’s really cool but a bit creepy at times. But I’ve kind of gotten used to it. The old red barns are musty and faded and creepy as you can see the cracks in the boards with the sunlight shining through the rotting barn boards. I find the graveyards to be the creepiest part of the farm as they just pop up out of nowhere and something about it just makes me feel like it’s right out of a haunted scary movie. I’ve been …show more content…
I hustled out of bed, got ready for work in a flash and headed to the farm. During my 20 minute drive to the farm I said out loud, “what happened yesterday?” I’ve never been late to work or overslept. I wondered about the noise I heard the day before in the woods and I don’t even remember the drive home last night. Maybe none of what I thought happened actually happened, maybe it was all in my head. I got to the farm and went to work knowing I was late and had a lot to catch up on. As the day went on, I could not shake the fuzzy feeling in my head. I couldn’t figure out where I was or what I was doing. I wrapped up another long day and headed