The Haunting of Parlour Street
At the end of Parlour Street stood a lone house. The neglected walls barely held up to time, the windows were long gone, nature had taken over the property and darkness had crept between the many cracks of the house to rule as empress forever. Yet, the house seemed majestic, as if the spirit which reigned between its walls did not care about its crumbling environment. Legend has it that if you went in there on a full moon, your soul would be consumed by the spirits of the house’s first and only inhabitants. It was the kind of legend…
