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Abraham Braunstein

Abraham was originally from Boston. His parents were young children and survived the Holocaust. His grandparents moved to America shortly after the war and settled down to carry on the family traditions. All men of his family were teachers. When coming to America, even his grandmother got a job teaching in the public schools and his parents, aunts and uncles were all teachers. Growing up, it seemed that would be the destiny of his brothers and sisters, although he had higher dreams of becoming a Rabbi.

His family was quite supportive of his goal to become a Rabbi because that was the ultimate means of teaching people as well as helping others in need. He decided to teach at a synagogue school where he later became Rabbi. As he continued on with his studies, he married a beautiful woman and had 3 children. He went on to further studies and became professor and NYU and ventured in an archeological dig in Israel then wrote a book on his findings. He then turned to specialize in finer points of the law and commandments and became known around the world for his detailed books on the subject.

A minor point he wanted to investigate on witchcraft led him to a small town of Kensington Falls. He heard the tale of witchcraft that happened over a century ago and wanted to see if there was any truth to the tale. When he came for a visit, he fell in love with the town and called his wife and asked her to pack up the family and move out there with him. He found a nice house in a town with simple value that would get them away from a growing bad element in Boston.

His family moved in and he was offered a job at the University. The research he has done with the help of Meade Johnson pulled up some questionable documents that seemed to point out that something strange was going on throughout the history of the town, but they couldn't quite figure it out. It seemed as if no one was able to leave town and those who did end up dead. Abraham wrote it off as a silly superstition and mere coincidence, even when it struck home.

His wife and children were homesick for Boston and decided it was time they moved back. Abraham did not want to leave right then because he still had more time on his university contract and told them to go ahead without him. They got on a plane and that was the last he saw of them. That plane crashed in a cornfield. Most of the passengers escaped with some injuries, but his wife and children were dead.

Feeling a bit superstitious, but silly about it, he always wondered if there really was something to the story. When asked directly, he would scoff at such a notion as ridiculous. It does haunt him at night when he is alone and he swears he could hear the sounds of his wife and children.

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