If generations of the Phear family no longer lie in the cemetery, where are they, in the field, the junk yard? Crawl on board a 40-foot hay wagon for an exploration into a part of the farm where few outsiders dare to go . . . and even fewer return. .
WARNING: KEEP ALL LIMBS IN CONTACT WITH BODY! See for yourself where the Phear Farm children developed their skills for meat processing at an early age. But beware! … they also developed a taste for flesh beyond what they grew on the farm.
A room-by-room tour through this not-so-typical Academy offers insight into why the family rarely had visitors. Amid the screams and howls, sleep was not an option . . . and an invitation to a holiday might get you to the table, but not necessarily in a chair.