The Barn

PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox 

I was nervous about staying with my grandparents the minute I saw their ‘barn.’ The windows were completely boarded and though the stone walls looked fairly clean-ish, nothing surrounding the barn did. This was the first time I had ever met my mother’s parents due to a fight they had when she was twenty-one and now I was beginning to understand why even though she had never expanded on what exactly the fight was about. Everything passing though my head of murder and buried bodies was sure to come true. I just hoped I could stay alive for two weeks. 

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