A house is where you dread and fear, Not many things you love are here, You hesitate to go inside, Stress, and arguments abide. No one to welcome you in, Glad when it's time to leave again.
(c) copyright heather burns
I guess you are right, not all good memories are in this place. Especially if they are haunted, LOL...
I guess you are right, not all good memories are in this place. Especially if they are haunted, LOL...