Zugani

It's always this way. Dark, dreadful, gloomy… You never know what could come out of a place like this. That's why I was so terrified to go in. I'm always the one who's scared of something. No one else believes me when I say there was a strange noise or a weird blur in my picture. No one else ever sees the things I see or hears the things I hear. I swear this house is haunted. Maybe it's me that's haunted. I'm not entirely sure how hauntings work. Mom asked me to check the attic for that old box of pictures Dad had stashed away up there before he died. Neither of us have been up there since. I guess most people would find this task in