Reliving death
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Last published Wed, Nov 20, 2019
Houses are not living they cannot breathe, they cannot speak and they should not be able to strike terror into the very core of your being. I knew this when I entered 3743 Second street. What I didn't know the house was cursed. The husband had killed his wife and he was now hell bent on claiming my life.
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