By: Alyssa Trivett It was never the property, or any sort of bloodline. Lightbulbs crackled like World War II radio static. Dogs being walked stopped in their tracks. Fan blades always whir, the switch was never flipped. Your clothes collect dust….
By: Alyssa Trivett It was never the property, or any sort of bloodline. Lightbulbs crackled like World War II radio static. Dogs being walked stopped in their tracks. Fan blades always whir, the switch was never flipped. Your clothes collect dust….