Oliver’s laughter bubbles from deep in his throat. "Allow Vicky to explain while I muster up some refreshments."
Before my eyes it reverted to total dilapidation, but the vision didn’t end. The frame that had once held the downstairs bedroom window began to fill with a red liquid. I soon realized it was blood. The blood oozed out of the window frame onto the weathered boards and ran down to the now neglected grass. Terror filled me and I lifted my feet off the floor. Fear that the blood would flow into Ida’s house to drown me irrationally gripped me.