September 28th, 2017 — Dayna Riemland

My Great Uncle's house sat vacant for 2 years after he passed. Only when his estate had been settled and the house was set to be sold was anyone allowed in. I had volunteered to go and open the house and begin the long process of sifting through what had been left behind.

Everything about that place felt heavy and oppressive. Despite the sun that was filtering in through each open window, I remember jumping and turning at every sound, unbearably tense with the feeling I wasn’t alone.