In my days as a canoe driver, I have witnessed horrific sights done by both the likes of men and women, even children and elderly. yet nothing compares as to what I have witnessed in the House of Calony. It was different, no bodies, no blood, nothing but the diaries and the scenes that welcomes the lawmen when opening the foyer door.
I have come to understand that blood need not be seen to instill fear, the idea that something horrific had happen and yet no bodies to bury. Will give a man a thought to process, which will linger in his mind, till the day he rest to the grave.Todos los derechos reservados