#048 The House on Cranberry Street

Monday morning, March 15th, I woke up screaming. I hadn’t slept well in weeks due to a recurring nightmare… I could never remember what it’d been about.

I went on a morning run to shake off the tight feeling in my chest. Oddly enough, when I ran through Cranberry Street, there was a house I’d never seen before.

Curiosity got the better of me and I knocked on the door. It creaked open under my touch and I stepped inside. For the first time, I remembered my nightmare; this house had been in it.

The door slammed shut behind me.