The house was all black and could not be seen from the streets surrounding the fenced areas where the foxtails grew as tall as 🌲 trees. Cautiously, I knocked on the front door and as I did the door slowly opened. I was not afraid, I was young and didn’t know what I should be afraid of. All my school friends were afraid to come to this place. Imagine how shocked they will be when I tell ..
That was 35 years ago. I know what fear is now. The path is overgrown with cacti now.
I’m still here.