the house was set back on a dirt road hidden from prying eyes by a thick wall of pines. it looked old on the day it was finished in the summer of 34 and since then it had only gotten colder and more worn. it had seen its share of horror in its time there, 2 suicides, 1 murder and a mysterious drowning.
these days if you see it in the off season when it is empty and alone you would swear it was breathing, it never looks at rest when people are in it. it has an uneasiness about it as if it is an animal biding its time playing dead until a predator has passed.
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