In 2015, I moved into my current residence, a charming, yellow brick house with a substantial backyard. My stay there has spanned over six years. The first night in my new home, I experienced unsettling dreams involving a young girl, no older than six. These dreamlike encounters persisted for only a couple of nights, but… Continue reading One sunny day
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My footsteps echoed
In a quaint, costly, yellow brick house tucked away in a quiet neighborhood, I had made my home for a little over six years. It boasted a charming, sizeable backyard, a serene setting for the peculiar events that would soon unravel. My initiation into this enigmatic world began on the very first night I spent… Continue reading My footsteps echoed