Whispers of the Forgotten Farmhouse

The killings that drew attention began in the late summer of the 1960s when the quiet farmhouse

concealed a darkness too ancient and dreadful to name. But long before that,

for hundreds of years, death had already quietly made a home on this land.

It was unreported, silent, hushed, and forgotten by time itself.

Decades later, the murders resumed again, this time without mercy or a grave

that was deep enough to stop them. The green and white ferry churned through the gray waters

of Puget Sound, carrying Edward Brooks back to Steambarge Island for spring break 1967.

Leaning against the railing, taking a fresh pack of Winstons from his shirt pocket,