The Forgotten Past
My grandmother had a saying never to hold on to an item of the past as spirits linger around it. June 16th, 2016 was the day that I and my wife had moved into our Victorian-styled two-story home with the help of family and friends. We spotted a red oak piano in the living room, the ones you find at small churches. There was also a large bookshelf to match and a few flower paintings on the wall. The landlord informed us that anything left was ours to keep. After everything was finished Salley Mae Mother Julie took it upon herself to pops us a few bottles of champagne. As I began to hand out glasses Joseph approached me with a suspicious-looking package wrapped in brown paper in his hand.
