The Secret of the Stone House: Ghost Stories

Send us Fan Mail On the edge of the prairie, where the wind could strip paint from a fence post and the sun baked the grass to brittle straw, a limestone mansion rose in defiance. Its walls, quarried by hand and mortared with ambition, promised permanence in a land that devoured dreams. Inside, John Mueller’s fortunes climbed with each black walnut step, the staircase polished by boots that tracked in the dust of cattle drives and the scent of imported cigars. But the winter of 1886, the Whit...