A Woman Moves Into Her Childhood Home – What She Finds Terrifies Her

55. Enough Is Enough

That night, after Allen had stormed into his room with his dinner, Betsy sat down at the table and began to cry. Things had been going so well, but it was as though her son had changed before her eyes.

Where was her Allen? Betsy sat up and steeled herself. That was it. No more woods. No more weird behavior. Allen was her son, and she’d get him back. They’d be happy again. These are all she could think of at that moment.