I never thought I lived in such a place as this, for you wouldn't be able to see it from just looking at it. You would feel it. The way the walls creek and move on their own as if alive, that's not natural.

My name is Willow, sixteen years of age. You could call me a detective, as I love to solve cases. Mostly murder cases.

I've lived in the same house all my life. In the quiet place of Colorado. No one has ever stepped through this house except for us. Us being my family and I.

Each and every time I step through the house I get a terrible feeling in my stomach a third sense telling me to run, but where could I go?

So I've kept this "little secret" to myself hoping no one would know I'm acting strange. So far it's worked mom and dad haven't asked or noticed for that matter.  Perfect.

That's for me to know and them to find out. Hopefully they don't.