The Red Glove Ritual: Our Neighborhood’s Creepy Welcome
When Regina and I bought the old Victorian house on Maple Lane, we thought we’d found our forever home. The streets were lined with maple trees, the neighbors smiled sweetly, and everything felt like a dream. So naturally, we planned a warm, cozy housewarming party to meet everyone. But from the very first knock on…
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