

Come We drove up to the house in our shiny four-door economy car, feeling distinctly out of place. It was an older house, in an older neighborhood, in an older town, full of older people. Imagine a young couple driving into town and seeing no-one less than double our ages. The house itself was a dull brown, and looked like it was falling apart at the seams.Come by ~reido
"So what, did your uncle just never put any thought into keeping the place looking nice?" I asked Sharon as I climbed out of our car. "It almost looks condemned."
"He was a really old guy," she replied. "Hell if I know, I hardly knew him."
"Then why are we here?"
"Who else is there?" She sh


Dejeme Adentro Oh God. I can hear him out there. My ears pressed against the wood of my door, and I can hear him.Dejeme Adentro by ~reido
Déjeme adentro, déjeme adentro, déjeme adentro.
Whats he doing out there? Hes at my grandmothers door. Its right next to mine. His lips are practically against it. Hes mumbling, barely forming the words, barely making any noise.
Déjeme adentro, déjeme adentro, déjeme adentro.
What the hell does that even mean? What the hell is he doing over there? Im too afraid to open the door and look, but I know who it is. Its him. Its him. I see him sometimes,


House You open your eyes, blink once, twice. The room youre in is dark, and the air feels heavy around you. You close your eyes again and rub them with the heels of your palms before sitting upright and opening them once more. The environment is unfamiliaryoure very sure youve never been here before.House by ~reido
You look down at your hands on the hardwood floor. Where theyve moved, the thick layer of dust has been pushed aside. You stand and regard the floor where you had been laying; the same dust has been disturbed in the shape of your body. Vaguely, you are aware that the dust was there before you were, which is a relief