Chapter 4
Welcome To Burkwood

I grasp tightly onto the steering wheel, my hands sweating as I near the left turn, the road dwindles off from the black coated tar into a dirty, bumpy path, I feel the rocks shoot like little bullets from underneath the wheels of my Ford Escape, the only good part of this job...

I continue past the mounds of trees as the road stretches out far in front of me. My thoughts wander. What was aunt Frida doing in my dreams? That crazy hag is gonna be the death of me...

Suddenly a specter appears in the road I hit the brakes, and my car stops swiftly. I stare at the...