Chapter 2

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One month ago I moved into this old victorian house in West Virginia. I can tell you I hate that house with the burning passion. Mom loves it tho, which means we're probably going to live here for a couple of years.

That horrid house is the oldest thing on this entire planet. Not even kidding the slightest. Paint chipping, no heat, it smells, there's bugs, and no running water for the first two weeks.

Her excuse was " It was cheep and had a beautiful design. If we just put a little bit of elbow grease into it, it will be the the most gorgeous house in West Virginia."

Oh how I doubt that so much.

I completely understand the previous owners for wanting to get rid of that god awful place.

I got to say tough, it beats living on the streets.

But something about that house is a little strange though. Every time you walk in you would get this feeling of unease. Like a feeling of emptiness...

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⏰ Last updated: Dec 13, 2015 ⏰

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