Alice Jo,

            I know it has been a long while since we last talked. I know that you had moved far away from the old house a long time ago, but lately, I felt the desire to go back and see it again.

I really like to hope that your wish had come true and that you finally sold it to a family who could “fill its walls with love.” But I somehow doubt it. The old house had a curse on it. Evil just radiated from its walls. I had never noticed it at first, but towards the end I could feel its poison begin to seep into my bones. I still love the old house only because you had lived in it.

            I only moved into the old house because you had asked me to. Things were fine until the evil of the old house had finally worn you out and you gave in to its dark ways. Some of the things that the old house had made you say and do to me still hurt to this day. I know you didn’t mean to say or do those things and I had never held them against you personally. I was foolish enough to hope that our love would be strong enough to break the curse of the old house, but you know as well as I do, what finally happened.

           Ever since I left the old house, I always wanted to go see it again, but I felt wasn’t strong enough to do so. Now I feel that I am. I want to go back to the old house, not to relive our past love, but to visit the very site where it had died.

Sincerely,