SHINNSTON — Seventy-five years ago today, John Rice exited the First Methodist Church in downtown Shinnston after taking part in its vacation Bible school graduation program and immediately sensed something was amiss.

Though it was a bit after 8 p.m., “it was hot, hot, hot, with no breeze at all,” he recalled. “And it was strangely quiet. No one seemed to be talking, no birds were chirping and even the traffic had quit running. I had never heard quiet like that before. I knew something was wrong, but I didn’t know what it was. It gave a 6-year-old kid like me an eerie feeling, almost to the point of wondering when the witches were going to appear.”

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