Maybe just maybe you could’ve lived an ordinary life. You were dumped in an abandoned house submerged in the goopy mush river, your mother was emotionless as she walked away from your wailing. As you laid there on the broken down floor the walls creaked, the stairs moved, and the curtains wrapped around you.

It was alive, as it held you in the dirty fabric you coo’ unaware that it wasn’t normal for a house to do that.

Growing up in the marshy lands the house always cared for you. It felt normal but truly wasn’t, the animals nearby never dared to get close to the house and you never understood why. There was a bolted shut door that led to the attic, you were always whacked if you tried to open it.

The alligators, fish, wild hogs, etc, never dared to get close to the house, even bugs.

Why was everything so afraid of this place?..what dark gore things are here inside.