The House on the Hill
by Andres Diaz ©2017
The old dark house on the hill
Casts a long shadow in the moonlight
Long abandoned it silently watches
The townspeople refuse to turn their eyes towards it
They fear the evil they say still lingers there
But they are unaware of the true evil
The true evil were not the people who lived in the house
But the people of the town that drove them away
The people in the house were just different
They didn’t fit the mold of what was deemed normal
Accused of being immoral and criminal
The rumors and lies became harassment
Accusations of being in league with dark forces
The vandalism led to violence
Those that knew it was wrong stayed silent
When the family moved the celebrations began
Until strange lights appeared in the house
And the phone calls began
The town’s water turned red and the earth shook
The house had loved that family
The house decided the town will pay for separating them
And it would not stop until everyone was gone
Then the house will rest
And hope that the family it loved will return.
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