When I was younger, I had one fear. I had one thing that always creeped me out. One thing that always gave me the chills. It was this large house that was on my street. House number 1402. That house had never had normal inhabitants and since the first time I passed by it, I hated it. When I went off to college I thought I was done with that house. I moved away and began my whole new life. Then on my 21st birthday, my mother asked me to come home. She needed my help, and I couldn’t say no. So, back home I went. Just like that. Easy as pie, I packed my things and left. That house was still there, and it still freaked me out. Even though I had planned on ignoring it completely, fate had other plans for me. There was always something about that house, maybe I just never looked at it the right way. Maybe from the start I should have dug deeper. Maybe coming home wouldn’t be as easy as I thought.