I started to question who would have gone up there and for what purpose. Is it a student? A teacher? Someone who didn’t work or go to school here? Whoever it was, how could they have gotten up there? As I climbed, I was reminded how difficult it is to get up into the tower.... Continue Reading →
The Birchwood Files
Lilly Busatti | she/her/hers I graduated at the top of my class from a police academy down in Alabama. My family was from down there, and we moved up to the Appalachian Mountains when I was around thirteen years old. My father was a police detective, and he had been called to investigate the death... Continue Reading →
