It was 1965 on a late fall night a family just came back from dinner when they were slaughtered by two twin boys who died in that same house on that same night. Some say that the place is haunted by the two twin boys. People have bought the house before but never made it out of the house, they were all murdered. In the present day, a new family moves in that very home with a 17 year old daughter Raven, 18 year old son August, and a 16 year old son Damien.. When the siblings become aware of the story behind their new house, they soon regret even liking the house. [Idk, I'm bad at descriptions. This is an inspired story, I got some of my ideas from American Horror Story: Murder House and Lost Girl, but I interpreted my own story into it.] Don't steal my shit.

" Age aint nothing but a number , but then now there nothing but a thang , there's nothing I have for you , it will never change ". Love , sex , lies , abused , raped , truth , child , refuse, life and the world. But age difference is nothing but number.

2016©| Childhood memories crowed my mind when I saw her smile or trying to remember the handshake from our childhood that I never forgot. She doesn't know I remember but if acting as if I don't will keep her around longer then I don't. We could spend hours together talking about nothing or just seamlessly listening to her talk about herself. I was never listening but her voice soothed my very being. She knew me like the back of her hand and I liked it like that. She left for a summer to visit her folks and I made a one mistake. One night. One Time. Ruined my life. Everything shattered. Perfect memories of our future was ripped apart carelessly. Everything's around me was falling apart. My life was ruptured and it was my fault. Life as I knew it was over. Or was it just a new beginning? | Remade on 1/2/16 |

"Your over 18 right?" "Yes"