House on Haunted Drive
Gray. A storm painted the world with a pallet of grey. The darkness of night could be lit. The brightness of day could be dimmed. A storm was constant. Do what you would, the gray would find purchase in your very soul because it wasn't your sight that the storm affected most but that tiny feeling prickling the back of your neck. A storm was nature's raw emotion. You would have to be crazy not to sense that faint brush of fear against your throat. A bump in the road brought you out of your...