Oct 13, 2022
5 min read
Two Sides Of A Nightmare
Revisiting my nocturnal horrors as a child
Side A: On the Way In
We made a left just before the turnpike. I remember my grandparents’ old two-story house in the middle of 20th street. Now demolished by a crane wrecking ball so that my twin uncle could afford an apartment downtown. I never saw it go down. Dad just told me the house is no more.
