I looked over at the clock on my bed side table. "5:30". It's way too early to be up on a weekend. I scratch my head and let out a huge sigh. I couldn't fall back asleep, I didn't want to have

"Ha... ha ha... hmm... I must be dreaming." I say as stumbled up the stairs. "There is no way... that ghosts and stuff like that exist..." I shuffled upstairs and flopped down on my

I moved into a little house down the street of a quiet little neighborhood in Jacksonville, NC. It was a light blue, two story house with black shutters. Some of the shingles had fallen off the roof and

Lilly was dropped off, stripped of her memories of who she was and where she came from. Desperate to find something normal and constant,she moved to a small quiet town, but not everything is what it seems.