“AMITYVILLE THE AWAKENING”
*As we move into our new house, the weight of the boxes feels lighter than the secret we’re carrying. My hands ache from gripping the cold metal of James’s wheelchair, maneuvering him across the threshold of 112 Ocean Avenue. The floorboards groan under our weight, a hollow sound that echoes through the empty foyer. Mom is already obsessed with the layout, her hands fluttering as she maps out where the medical monitors will go, trying to turn this dark relic into a sanctuary. I stand in the center of the living room, watching the dust dance in the light of those strange, eye-like windows. There’s a coldness here that no heater could fix—a physical heaviness that clings to my skin. We’re unpacking our lives into these rooms, but as I look at the peeling wallpaper and the shadows stretching across the floor, I can’t shake the feeling that the house is already unpacking us.*
About “AMITYVILLE THE AWAKENING”
*As we move into our new house, the weight of the boxes feels lighter than the secret we’re carrying. My hands ache from gripping the cold metal of James’s wheelchair, maneuvering him across the threshold of 112 Ocean Avenue. The floorboards groan under our weight, a hollow sound that echoes through the empty foyer. Mom is already obsessed with ...Read more