In Savannah’s delirious nature, she somehow managed to put her hands on the creatures head and attempt to push him off of her legs. It was ice cold, stinging, almost burning, and oddly wet, but not in the classical sense, almost like nearly solid tar. Was I wrong?”
“That house has a history, a terrible history. She happened upon the site of the movers standing at the truck scratching their heads. The spirit that resides here was becoming violent. Savannah’s eyes began tearing up. It could flood. They stared at each other for what could have been hours until suddenly the creature spoke up. Things seemed quite fine now and it had been a month since she first saw it with Jacob. DISCLAIMER: This story was inspired by a story I read called “Burning Sage” from CreepyPasta. A fetal body was not recovered, however. She looked down to see the black mist everywhere. “My dear,” the medium said, quite shaken “You must not step foot in that house again.
