Chapter 22 Sierra
Something had to be done. I couldn’t live like this anymore. Mathew’s ghost became more and more violent. All of my dinnerware was broken or chipped from falling onto the tile floor of the kitchen. Picture frames that were once hung up on the wall were sitting on the floor because the glass in the frame had broken. Some of the wooden frames had suffered damage from falling so many times, they couldn’t be put back together. There were now holes in the walls from doors being flung open so abruptly that the door knobs left their mark. Nothing was safe from Mathew’s wrath. Any trinket I had, any object displayed, even items in drawers, were thrown about the house. I couldn’t live like this anymore. Michael was trying to help me as best I could but the torment only seemed to be worse if Michae
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