The House On Winston Street

The path of life has not been good to me.
My name is Zoe Euwaila Brakett.

My mom is gone.
My dad lives elsewhere...
My grandparents are mental... And saner one is dead. Not that I would want to live with them anyway...

My maternal family is unwilling, and my paternal ones don't know about me.

So that leaves my aunt.

She's barely older than me, but she agreed to be my legal gaurdian dispite not having money, not having her own home, and having to quit her job to move here.
Bless her soul.

So together we moved into a shabby little hell hole of a house.
I would come to learn that that phrase is more accurate then I could ever imagine...

The House is a duplex.

And its haunted.

This is the story of how I survived living with that malevolent little bastard...

This is the story of how I came to rest on the front doorstep of 5359 Wintson street with nothing but my purse, the clothes on my back, and a giant ziplock containing a sequined mini dress with heels to match...

This is the story of Zoe Brakett's downfall.