Today’s genre and image: Haunting
It is said you can still hear the screams and cries from the goings-on in the house on the hill.
It was closed years ago after the scandal devastated the town. Who would have thought such an upstanding citizen hid such a ghoulish secret and taste for human flesh.
Left to rot and decay, it stands as a monument to the uncaring and the dead, the glass shattered by the pitch of mouths screaming for release.
It was once beautiful, as are all things until greed and power take a hold.
In the night, the wind howls through the broken windows and holes in the roof, but it is not the screams of the dying that echo into the empty darkness.
It is the Soul of the house trying to evict its shame.