MissLunarVerse

I pull up to an older Victorian house, the building itself looks worn and weathered from the centuries it’s been standing. The yard however looks new, meticulously taken care of in an attempt to bring a sense of modern life to the old house but no matter how well the yard looks I can’t help but see the age of the building. The sun reflects off dusty windows on the top floors of the two story, paint is chipping off the trimming and the iron gate encasing the yard is clearly rusting. As I draw closer a strange sense of familiarity and foreboding washes over me, there’s something so familiar about this house as though I’v