Trying to find information about this man, this house, and this woman (whom I'm calling Mary) is like trying to find one specific grain of sand at the beach. I'm expecting a call from Elizabeth at the Historic Columbus Foundation, who currently own the house.
After yesterday, what I saw and the reaction it gave me, I'm convinced that there is a well buried somewhere on that property and she is in it with her child. No one knows that it even existed. No one saw him throw the baby down into the well, no one saw him hit her in the head twice to kill her and throw her into the well after the baby, and no one knows that they are still there.
There is a legend about John Woolfolk and the house where the name is misspelled as "Woofaulk", and you can read that by clicking here.
I cannot explain some of the things I'm feeling, and I don't think I can bring myself to try to tell some of it. Some things I simply will not discuss until I know more facts so that I can keep my sanity somewhat intact. Mom & Damien went by the house before and after the bikeride last night. She knows what I'm talking about.
What is the woman trying to tell me, what does she want me to know, and what am I supposed to do?
