Have you ever walked into a home and felt a sudden cold chill as if someone unseen had breathed on the back of your neck? Or perhaps felt the silence that echoed a stillness known only to death? I have.
All homes store their own private memories. Sometimes loving comfort or depressed sadness lingers. Other times, a collective numbness or lethargy exists. Occasionally, red hot anger can take your breath away. Even as its inhabitants change or depart, their experiences remain. Each person and event leaves an individual mark. This energy remains within its walls. Nothing is ever forgotten or forgiven.