The Old House: Shattered Innocence

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....Continued from The Old House: An Unforeseen Evil

Quito had witnessed enough and had controlled himself too much. Hastily, he retraced his way out of the house. After closing the last door, he breathed real air for the longest time. 

The house is evil, he murmured.

The Old House: An Unforeseen Evil

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....Continued from The Old House: Hungry Cries

The shadow was that of a woman; she was swaying to the beat of claps. It was a lazy dance. Her hair was long and tousled, and she seemed to wear a loose robe. Below her was another figure.

 

Curious, Quito dug through the thick layers of fibers. It was a painstaking struggle, careful and unhurried so as not to distract the owners of the shadows. Upon reaching the last curtains, he made another sign of the cross, and through the breach between two fabrics, he peeped.

The Old House: The Tradition

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....Continued from The Old House: Children's Tale

Quito erased the thought, and instead, he concentrated on his driving. He had vowed to himself that he would never return to the old house. But tonight, he violated his own decree and was now a mile from the house, biking under a brilliant moon, gliding through shadows and suppressing the bitter bite of the breeze as well as the fright creeping within him.

Tell Eddie: Collision

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Continuation… (From Tell Eddie: The Single Rose)

For a moment, Amos reflected back on his own life and on the many women he loved before. He compared them with Linda. Who had said they love me with all their life? he asked himself. How many said I am all they have? I guess all of them. Everyone had really loved me. But have I loved them that much? What have I given back to them? A little of my time? Of my attention? Of myself? But that was the best I could give. In my mind and heart, I had truly loved them.