'Ceeci'

Recovered from: Southern fence line, Raybury Family Farm, 1978

Someone recalled a boy who had wandered the field alone for hours, tracing the fence with his fingertips, humming softly to himself as though following a song only he could hear. No one ever saw him leave. His absence was first dismissed as a child slipping home unnoticed, but by morning his name was spoken in hushed tones, like a warning. He simply vanished, dissolving into the night air the way cotton candy disappears in water - leaving only Ceeci behind, silent and waiting...

The Raybury Family Farm Collection

The Raybury Family Farm has endured since 1889, its autumn fields beckoning families with corn mazes, hayrides, and a pumpkin patch that seems to grow larger each year. But the Raybury family knew a secret the townsfolk ignored: the patch was no mere field. It was a threshold - its tangled vines and roots twisting into places not meant for human eyes. And the dolls…they were always there.

Cloth, wood, porcelain, or vinyl - no matter the form, dolls appear season after season, carrying with them a fragment of the farm’s mystery. Visitors tell of laughter in the corn stalks, of names whispered in the vines, of lights flickering in the distant oak trees surrounding the fields.

The dolls are always watching. And the patch is always full!