This entry was published at least two years ago (originally posted on November 9, 2020). Since that time the information may have become outdated or my beliefs may have changed (in general, assume a more open and liberal current viewpoint). A fuller disclaimer is available.
The old house stood abandoned at the end of the street, slowly decaying as the years passed. The only signs of life were the sickly grayish weeds that would force their way up through cracks in the boards, covering and engulfing everything except the bodies seated at the table.