'Clover'

Recovered from: Hayride wagon, Raybury Family Farm, 1965

The driver said the rear seat had been empty all night. Yet when the wagon rolled to a stop, there was Clover, sitting neatly with her hands in her lap. A girl who boarded the ride earlier swore she saw "something" running between the rows of corn - something small, with eyes as black as midnight...

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!