The house still haunts me...
That mysterious house that sits on my street.
The shutters closed. The doors closed. The windows, the curtains. Only the top window lies clear.
The curtains moved away almost like telling you something.
That window...
The house has been there for as long as I can remember. And my parents say the same.
No one has lived there. No one has been there.
The cracks of white paint still linger. It covers it. But it still has a bear feeling to it every time you pass by.
It's a mystery to everyone, but no one wants to solve it.
