The vacant, old house at the end of the lane beckons me. They always do - the dilapidated and forgotten. There is an appeal others overlook.Unable to resists its quietness, I settle in, deciding to call this place home.The wind...
The vacant, old house at the end of the lane beckons me. They always do - the dilapidated and forgotten. There is an appeal others overlook.Unable to resists its quietness, I settle in, deciding to call this place home.The wind...