“Unlocking Fear: 50 Haunting Words That Will Leave You Breathless and Bewildered”
I hadn’t been out to the home place in years because the executor was supposed to be taking care of all that, but for some odd reason, I had a dream about the main family home. In the dream, I walked up to the door and knocked, and my dad met me. He was dripping with sweat, like he’d been doing heavy manual labor, and his face was distressed. He told me, “You need to come home, Thorny, I need help over here, we’re flooding real bad.” When I walked in, the outside walls were the only thing remaining intact. The house had been gutted, and all that remained were the floor, wall studs, ceiling joists, and roof. No furniture, no personal effects, nothing else. Just…nothing, and the smell of mold. And my dad said again , pleading, “We need help. Call your brother and tell him that I said he agreed to take care of this place until you girls got it, and he’s not doing what he promised. This place is falling apart and I can’t do anything to fix it.”
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