Henrys House

I was scared to visit Henry's house after he had passed away. Although surmounting fear I was drawn closer to his residence. Cold sweat and shivers embrace my very core. I stood there thinking of child hood affirmations from my father that it was safe and keep going but they never came. I felt that same fear as that little boy with my sweating head buried in a blankets anticipating something trying to get me. Ridded my self of negative energy and I sauntered to to meet Henry. The room went chill and deathly quiet the hair on my neck raised as I heard footsteps ,is someone coming? Then I heard a voice faintly whispering to me I want to go home I don't want to be lonely anymore. I cried in that moment and in some weird way I felt comforted in that thought? Henry took my shaking hand and we crossed into the light above us . 

                                                dillonkind