Screaming is the last thing I wanted to hear that night. The misery and pure agony still echoes in my memory. No child should be forced to grow accustom to such wails. Or know what torture that causes them. Let alone, remember it. The quaint ocean-side village of Briny Bay, Maine is anything, but a tourist attraction. The town, itself dying as more and more people get the memo about the dark things that occur at the Marcus residence. My residence. **This story will never have constant updates. Each part is a short story that I had to write for school for some reason or another. Because of this, the parts may not fit together very well. Each of the parts are broken up into chapters as well.**
9 parts