The House The first time I saw the house, when I was pledging for my fraternity, I fell in love with it. I’d been stuffed with stories about how haunted it was. They’d told me about the pledges who couldn’t even set foot on the…
Category: Thursday Doors
Knock On Wood I’m a city gal, born and bred. The idea of living someplace with air I can’t see always kind of gave me the creeps. But that was BC — Before C-19. After that, clean air and no people sounded pretty damn good.…
In today’s Story A Day May story, I’m featuring a house I pass occasionally. It’s kind of Storybookish, so of course I love it. Dream House Everybody tells you that selling your soul to the Devil is a bad idea. They say he’ll trick you,…
