These darkened alleyways and withered streets are haunting you as you take step after step down memory lane and walk the cracked and faded yellow brick road to your first home. This isn’t the first time you’ve looked back over your shoulder at the past—and it won’t be the last. You have too many skeletons in your closet, to many ghost ridden attics locked in your mind. So welcome home, but there is no one left here to welcome you. Your childhood home is empty. You are alone.
February 17, 2018