I grew up on my grandparent's farm in the thumb of Michigan in a house that dated back to the 1800s. It was an unnerving place with two floors and a michigan basement layered with gray asbestos siding. Growing up i heard a story about it's past and learned first hand that it was anything but a lie.
My mother, father, aunts and uncles all had their own experiences. They also told me the backstory of the place. After WWI the owner of the house had just returned home. At this point the house just...
A long chilling story.
My mother, father, aunts and uncles all had their own experiences. They also told me the backstory of the place. After WWI the owner of the house had just returned home. At this point the house just...
A long chilling story.