A Few Pictures

It honestly just looks like a normal house, doesn't it?

I stayed away from the basement cellar. 
I always did.
It always felt like someone was watching me fro, the window of the door or the crack of the door.
I made sure to keep the door itself locked.
As if that ever helped.

The attic closet.
Possibly the worst feeling area in the whole house.
It was even worse feeling than the cellar.
The closer to this closet you got, the worse the feeling of fear got.
I didn't go into this room even in the day time.
And I definitely kept away from this place.

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