Walking up the old street, the house was still there, I slightly hesitate when walking by.
"Why do you keep looking at that top window?" My husband asked perplexed.
"It all happened up there you know. He would never understand my torment." I was silently thinking.
"I don't know." I said with honesty, "It's like something makes me." The old place had been sold, but stood empty. It was such an evil place. I couldn't understand who or why they had bought it.
"It's being made into flats." My sister informed me when I opened up the subject of the old farm.
"...What...." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "I thought they would have knocked it down?"
"No... but it will cost them a fortune to do it up." I felt a chill run down my spine. The festering pit would harbour more innocent families. But the echoes of its warning was still there in the back of my mind. I was back home again...Back where it wanted me to be.
When I had seen the end results I was amazed. Whoever had bought it completely changed the front. Gone were the grey stone walls: they were replaced with brick. The black gates were gone. It looked a different place. They could hide the monstrosity of the building with cosmetic surgery: they couldn't rid the darkness that dwelt within.