Possession

I lived in a small and sheltered house located on the outskirts of West Virginia, in a underpopulated town that only attracted families who wanted a peaceful and quiet life surrounded by dark and dense forests filled to the brim with grim trees and a looming sense of mystery that set a creepy aire to the town. I still remember that day in ‘79, the day was relatively slow as most days appeared to be. With dry and humid air, paired with a sun that was partly covered with puffy grey clouds, which from what my mother had told me signaled that there would be rain later in the day. Everyone saw the … [Read more...] about The House on Dogwood Street