girl frightened. girl destroyed. girl as a symptom. / girl in a paroxysm of rage. girl disappeared in a death—like loss of feeling. girl as indescribable evil.
and if anyone was going to get his life story and why he’s down here, it was going to be her parents. they knew how to slighter inside the head of someone with deeply rooted trauma.
noise started to fill the house once again and the scent growing closer, the voices of her brothers and sister ( joseph, david and ruth ) could be heard. it’s strange… she clearly remembers that girl being a random hitchhiker that was…
the phrase southern hospitality had always sounded like a myth from a book, but the reality shook him. coming from the asphalt hive of the city, where eye contact was a provocation ➥
a fake reassurance that everything was fine, that this was good for him. she had to play her part or else… this household was strict.
“ ethan, you’ll be in good hands. god wants you to be here for a reason, say you’ll stay. ”
wouldn’t doubt him, ever.
julia stood up from the seat, leaning over the coffee table and picking up a few flyers that told the story of this family and what it offered to its people. she handed them all to him.
a split second it took. disappearing into the kitchen and coming back with a cold glass of ice tea. big smile was offered, an eeriness had settled in — quietness filled the entire home, dark orbs glued on him before finally breaking…
every hair on the back of ethan's neck stood straight up, each one a distinct, screaming reason to turn around, get back in his car, and never look back. this entire setup felt ➥
behind the farm house, a few yards down… she wasn’t allowed down there for a reason. what hid behind that shed near the swamp, an ugly truth that was hard to swallow.
but this was good for the family, father was always right. she