Call of the Calliope

!!TRIGGER WARNING!!
This story contains brief mentions of: Miscarriage, Descriptions of Death, and Child Death.
!!Reader discretion is advised!!

Not all stories lie in wait for just anyone to find them; some will reach out, hand-picking the lucky few who get to tell their tale.

Washed-up, burnt-out, and struggling with a severe case of writer's block, I did the only thing that made sense at twenty-three years old. I left New Jersey, my dead-end job, and crumbling apartment for a 148-year-old house tucked away in rural Vermont. A place better known for its ghost stories than its charm.

I expected calm. I expected quiet. What I didn't expect was to stumble into the never-ending rabbit hole of mystifying knick-knacks, hidden secrets, and the tragic history of my new home.