Western horror
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I don’t know how I managed to talk him into visiting the old house with me, but somehow a week later, we met there. “Sorry I’m late.” His face was white and jaw clenched, but resigned as he got out of the beat-up pickup truck he parked just outside of the property line, as if
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That night I dreamt about Sarah. She stood with her back toward me. She turned as I approached her, and she held out her hand toward me. Before I could reach her, she was fading.I ran, trying to reach her before she disappeared completely. I could hear voices, but I couldn’t see anyone else. The
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Part 3 I started by digging through property records and newspaper clippings from the city. Within an hour I knew the basics; for starters, Rose had been right about the name “Young”. The house was built in 1906 by the Young family after their original family seat had been destroyed in a fire. The estate
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Local gossip said the place had been on and off the market for years, but no one wanted it- not even for the prime location it stood on. No one lived in it, and no one cared for it, but the old house refused to disappear.
Bringing Mae Flowers 