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 usually see in the movies.
I feared going close to the building, the place gave me a weird feeling, “Come on now, Marathi, don't just stand there.” Nana says, bringing me out of my haunted thoughts.
My legs moved toward my grandma, and I walked closely behind her, wouldn't want to be left behind. You
