Goodreads asked Ken Poirot:

What mystery in your own life could be a plot for a book?

Ken Poirot When I was young I would play in the woods behind my house. The woods were thick and were miles deep in every direction On occasion, upon entering the woods rocks and sticks would seem to fall out of the sky from nowhere. My friends and I would look for the people throwing things at us; we never found anyone. It was as if the woods themselves did not want us there.

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