Our Love's Horror

In the brightness of the day, the old house stood. It's dusty eggshell colour dampening the blues and vibrant hues of the afternoon. It welcomed Nicole as its own; deep within the soiled walls it had called the lamb to it's slaughter. It recognized both visitors as its special creations and it knew their deepest secrets, their saddest pasts. It created their very being. The dying weeping willow danced forlornly in the breeze and a shiver ran down Billy Ray's spine. The slanted wood of the warped porch creaked and cracked as Nicole dragged Billy along with her. She paused at the oak door, breathing in this moment. She always dreamed of owning this house and standing on it's porch was a step closer. She could almost feel the house breathe with her as she exhaled; she was home.

In a dusty old town deep down south three people meet with very close and personal ties to a very deadly house. Billy Ray is a farmer that just wants to protect the girl he took in. Nicole is a waitress that wants nothing more than to own the home next door. And then there's Charlie. Charlie is a mysterious young man who just moved into the house. All three of them are hiding destructive secrets and when it all comes crashing down the only way out is murder.

((Still working on the description so if you have any critiques on it that'd be greatly appreciated ;-; ))