EMILY

I tightened my fists as I stood in front of the house. The one where I had spent my teenage years growing up. Where I had good memories, which had started to fade away, and the same place where the bad memories stemmed from.

How long has it been since I was here? Three years? But how long had it been since this place became a place I didn't look forward to coming back to? Eight years. Eight gruesome years.

Taking in a deep breath, I pushed my legs forward and got onto the porch. I pushed open the door, surprised when it opened. The hallway was lit, and...