
The house I grew up in has haunted my family throughout my life. Goblins and monsters didn’t live there; the evil that happened in that house was worse, because it was not imagined and its influence endured. For more than a hundred and ten years the house, as if it were alive, seemed to cast spells on its residents or cause havoc in their lives. My family, it seems, got the worst of it. After we moved the house was torn down, but not before it made its indelible mark on my family.









Highly interested in reading the rest of this series, Bill!
Posted by: Easton Ellsworth | June 22, 2007 4:23 PM | Permalink to Comment