The House

There is a myth about the old house at the end of Martin’s street. The house is dilapidated, with broken boards at its windows, and a front yard that has crept up the crumbling steps for being so overgrown. Even those who have lived longest on the street and in the neighborhood don’t really know much of its history. They don’t recall the names of the previous occupants, or know when the house was built; the shape and style of the property is really nothing more than an eyesore on a street ho...