All she felt was a neutral sense of foreboding, heightened by the desolation of the town. She wasn’t sure if she could go through with what she intended to do. She had gone on a tour of sorts, revisiting places, which until that point, had only lived in memories long buried. She’d stopped by the boarded-up Old Oak tavern, remembering her last real day of happiness before everything started to unravel. Her intention was to head to the grounds of the hotel next, the place where Hope House once stood. She didn’t quite feel ready to face that yet, so walked the streets instead, leaving her car parked on the edge of town, enjoying the cool air as day faded into night. She found herself at Mrs. Briggs’ home. Like everywhere else, it was an abandoned relic, the once pristine garden overgrown and the walls of the house covered in old graffiti.Devil’s mother was sprayed across the wall and front door, along with several pentagrams and other lewd scrawls. The graffiti, she supposed, was apt.
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