Flamingjustice

My name is Miranda. When my mother disappeared, my dad remarried and my new "family" and I moved to a bigger house, a one-hundred-fifty year old house, but I think it's even older. The white exterior was faded and chipped. we actually live in the middle of nowhere. There were trees everywhere. I felt like I was being taken prisoner to be murdered in an ancient little house, concealed in an unknown labyrinth of trees. Well we really aren't in the middle of nowhere, just two miles away from the nearest town.   When I walked through the front door with my bedspread, the front room was drafty and dim. When I walked around the house there were t