Brittany Seguin
Bio
Just your average, small town woman. Mother of three- holder of the sanity. At least, that’s what I’d like to assume. Running around through life; trying to document and preserve all those beautiful little moments. That’s what it’s about.
Stories (2/0)
Take One, Pass It On
"Holden House," the large brass sign falling off of a steel post sat at the intersection between Cross Road and Parliament Street, its winding driveway leading down to what you could once imagine was a stately manor, was left by the hands of time to rot away to nothing more than a few solid boards and broken windows. If it weren't for the general interest it piqued with its numerous stories, the town would have condemned it long ago. It was nothing to say that among the few tourist shops and convenience stores, the town of Leader Valley didn't have much going for it, if anything at all. The people were nice—quiet, one would assume; mostly kept to themselves but still managed to be in on everyone's business. "The know" was something few people were out of, like any small town. That was what kept the legends of the Holden House alive.
By Brittany Seguin6 years ago in Horror
