To get my offspring away from the violence and drive-by shootings of Yonkers, I bought a house in the country, assuming safety. But racism is everywhere and it has to stop. Our home was shot up as everyone slept. My grandbaby was nearly killed in her crib. An innocent puppy was blown in half. A family was divided. And that was all before we found out that our home was haunted.
The struggle of a single parent trying to raise her children the best I knew how. Believing and buying my own home was a dream come true but proved to be my family's worst nightmare ever. Buyer beware! Because of the strange and sinister presence in my house, everything is lost. The rest had to be sold at my open house.
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