Macy's POV

I sat quietly in the front seat of Grandma’s old trunk, while she drove.

My heart was racing with all the new-found information my Nana told me, I wondered how all this could be true. But I saw the pictures and the dreams I had felt so real.

Nana drove for thirty minutes before we finally arrived at a house located in the woods just outside the town.

Who lives in a kind of weary place like this? I thought as we came down from the car, The House looked like those haunted ones I ...