Heads bobbed and turned, some people cried. They
knew the horror awaiting him. A few drifted to their
places of security while the homeless intruder wobbled
into the Grave Street House. They reacted with clear
warning to him to stay out. He slowed down, fear
filled his eyes.
Why would this son, husband, brother, or,
perhaps, father allow the House to seal his fate. It
disliked anyone that entered.
He disappeared into the House. His footfalls echoed
throughout. Cries for help blasted from within. The
assistance he needed was from an ambulance, or
coroner. The House that stole souls claimed another
unwilling victim. Something or someone evil lived in
the bowels of that structure.
Who will be next?
