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eyes when we dropped in for a visit last spring.

I'm aware of what colored contacts can do. The eyes of the girl in the field were like nothing I had ever seen before. The whites of her eyes were a bluish white but the irises were a bright, beer bottle glass, green.

"Spooky", is what I was thinking. "This chick is spooky looking." I glanced back toward my car parked at the side of the road. When I looked back at her again she had a kind of pleading look in her eyes. She started to get to her feet. I offered her my hand. She grabbed not my hand but my forearm. Between my wrist and my elbow. A good strong grip I remember thinking. I helped her to her feet. Standing full upright she was a little over five feet tall. She appeared to be in her late twenties. Her hair was a golden red color, worn short, close to her head. Eyes a little slanted, ears pulled slightly back. "Pixie like" I was thinking. Small frame. (No cushions.) She looked at me again and now it was indecision I saw in those spooky green eyes. I got the feeling that she was trying to make up her mind about something. She hugged herself then and shivered again. I took off the windbreaker I was wearing and held it out to her.

"Put this on." I said. "You'll catch pneumonia" I added. She looked at the light jacket for a few short seconds, her eyes met and held mine briefly and then she took the wind breaker from me and in one fluid, graceful motion, shrugged into it. She looked towards the old barn again, then back at me and then she started off across the field.

Ok, I remember thinking. I'm going to have to take a look anyway. There is obviously something going on over there. My curiosity has been piqued now. I've got to take a look. This girl certainly didn't seem threatening at all. Over the years I've developed a pretty keen sense for trouble. I'm not saying that I've always avoided it. I have, in fact, been at the root of my share of episodes involving trouble. But those are stories for another time. I'm just saying that I've almost always been able to sense "trouble" before I get in up to my hips. I have been wrong once or twice, but this just didn't seem like trouble to me.

I followed her to the barn and she slipped through a ragged hole in the side wall at one end of the structure where some rotting planks had been pulled away.

Just to be cautious, I went in low, kind of crouched down, and then quick side stepped to my left, just in case it was a setup and some clown was waiting inside the entrance.

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