One such occasion when I was twelve took a different twist, we were experiencing the worst storm I had ever witnessed, the thunderclaps were so loud t...e house literally shook on its foundations. The lightning bolts were sizzling and cracking as they struck, and I was utterly terrified. Fleeing to my parent's room I climbed into their bed and Mom held me as I shivered and shook, paralyzed by fear. Even my father was concerned that night.The storm finally began to abate, and as I gradually. Dom rummaged in his sack for a moment before uncurling a fist. In it were a handful of micro O’Henry bars. Michelle was quiet for a moment, deliberating silently before nodding her sewage green head, black cowl shaking. We shelled another house, a promising red brick monstrosity that indicated owners in the higher income bracket. The higher class wage earners take the 31st off, holding their festivities elsewhere or else just pulling the plug & pretending they aren’t even home, Halloween habit. But the stories that were told of what happened in this place were so consistently true, it was hard to ignore the possibility that they could be. But by this point my natural curiosity had finally got the better of me. I walked through the half-open gates, creaking as it opened and the metal dragged across the concrete floor, and I approached the dilapidated old mansion. It had stood here for centuries, in the middle of the forest about 5 miles north of my home town. For as long as Id lived. He met Lynn in Canada where they married before moving back to Porterville to take possession of the family home after Hank’s mother and father passed away. They had lived together in that same house in Rose Lane for nearly twenty years now and that is where Tom was born too some sixteen years ago. He was an only child because, sadly, medical complications at his birth meant that his mother could have no more children after Tom was born.Hank Barry had also gained very secure employment as part.