“Jacob worked at night,” Ruth says. “He carved out that room from the barn’s back corner, soundproofed it with straw and cloth, built the secret door. It took him three weeks. He told the children it was a game, that we were practicing hiding.”
The family began sleeping in the hidden room whenever they heard Benton’s truck approaching. They’d quickly gather essentials—blankets, food, water—and seal themselves inside until he left.
“It was terrifying,” Ruth says. “The children would cry. Baby Mary couldn’t understand why we had to be quiet, why we were hiding. David had nightmares. But we were too afraid to do anything else.”
By early summer, it became clear they couldn’t continue living this way. The children were showing signs of trauma. The farm was suffering from neglect as they spent more time hiding than working. And Benton’s visits were becoming more frequent.
