1008- that’s what we refer to the house as. It’s a house of memories all frozen in place. Memories of times that made the house a home, memories that defined each room and corner of the house and gave the memories themselves a home. The kitchen has my sister and I fighting about the dishes, and right outside, in the dining room, the entire family is laughing while playing card games. It is a household of fighting and hanging out. Reminiscences of sleepovers in my room with my siblings are engraved and frozen in time. Memories of my favorite sister coming home as a surprise. Still, the fond memories aren’t enough to keep the place a home. It’s no longer a home, not without him in it. It was such a beautiful house, yet it turned into a haunted house. Each memory, each story, each tale had some part of him in it, good or bad. It’s no longer a home, simply a house with his missing presence.
The Haunted House
Destynee Rangel, Writer
October 6, 2023
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