I lived in this house from when I was about nine to when I was about thirteen. I never saw anything, but the house had a horrible atmosphere, my mother said about it that "you could live there, but you always felt like you were a guest".
On Wednesdays back in 1991\1992, the school used to break early in the afternoons for teacher training, and so I would be at home alone for a couple of hours. I hated going inside because of the oppressive atmosphere. I even used to sit on the wall outside,...
The house on Cicada Road
On Wednesdays back in 1991\1992, the school used to break early in the afternoons for teacher training, and so I would be at home alone for a couple of hours. I hated going inside because of the oppressive atmosphere. I even used to sit on the wall outside,...
The house on Cicada Road