A Woman Moves Into Her Childhood Home – What She Finds Terrifies Her

Anyone watching the house would’ve seen James Paul Richardson, Vietnam veteran, sheriff’s deputy, father, and husband, fall to his knees on his front porch. His eyes went white as he looked above him, a cloud obscuring the moon, shrouding the scene in an eerie darkness.

A few hours later, James got up, his demeanor eerily calm. He walked back into the house with a determined yet haunted expression. The house, once a refuge, a symbol of family, and the repository of his darkest secrets, was consumed by fire, its once-illuminated windows now glowing with an unholy light. James had made a choice, one that would forever alter the course of his existence, leaving only ashes and embers in his wake.