a horror story When I was seven years old I watched three grown men try to restrain my skinny little Aunt June and take her away to the Bryce Mental Hospital. June had first been institutionalized as a teenager, but I didn’t know that. She is the mother of my cousins, Bucky and Rita. June lived alone with her two children in the rural community of Lovick, Alabama, just up the hill from the train trestle, in an old building that used to have been a part time auto garage. Uncle Bill, June’s brother, boarded up some walls and put … Continue reading Runs In The Family