It's true isn't it. This is the house I told you about.
You were thirteen. You climbed over the wall for a dare.
That's your surprise isn't it? Bringing me back here.
Remind me what it was that you sensed when you entered this deserted house. An aura of intense evil?
Don't you have things you hate?
I can't stand burnt toast. I loath bus stations.
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