Ok, admit it … This time you didn’t even notice the books …
I’m mad at him for cheating on his wife, but damn it, I still adore him too.
You know better than to go near that house, boy. There’s witches there that’ll trap your soul in a mason jar and ghosts that’ll push you down stairs if you’re lucky, and claw your skin off if you’re not. What little comes outta that place aint never been good news. Ask your mother about it sometime.
cleaning out my folders: a haunting