Ian Pov
The house has a georgic feeling, the old rusty faded walls screaming their prolegomena chronicle.
The discern feeling of spending infancy to puberty in this uncanny house gave me thrills.
The hysterical sense inside Hope; I understood it now.
The constant feeling of losing love in her mind explains it very well.
Cocking my eyes on the things inside the house gave me a haunting feeling.
This house saw a lot in the past thirty years.
Even if I feel Hope is a soft-hearted girl but the chills in the house subjected my thought; she is a strong girl that survived this adynaton keeping her heart soft for other people.
Meeting grandma showed me how good people suffer without committing mistakes.
Her grandma talked more with her tears rather than her distorted voice. The tears comi
