Sitting on a picturesque hillside in Paintsville, Ky was a house that many would find charming with its wide, wooden porch complete with those dreamy white columns you envision when someone mentions a southern homestead. The orchards creeping up the hillside brings with it the scent of sugary blossoms in the spring and cozy, delicious smell of apples and pears in the fall. While it is no mansion, the house appears regal in it’s station on top of the hill, and looking down into the valley of homes that continued up the holler. For many, it is the American dream to own a home like this one, w
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Sitting on a picturesque hillside in Paintsville, Ky was a house that many would find charming with its wide, wooden porch complete with those dreamy white columns you envision when someone mentions a southern homestead. The orchards creeping up the hillside brings with it the scent of sugary blossoms in the spring and cozy, delicious smell of apples and pears in the fall. While it is no mansion, the house appears regal in it’s station on top of the hill, and looking down into the valley of homes that continued up the holler. For many, it is the American dream to own a home like this one, w
Well hello there, Creeps. I hope you'll enjoy this departure from our regularly scheduled haunted house re-telling to enjoy this story I whipped up to give life to the Lady in White from Season 1. This isn't a true life re-telling but more of a tribute to a life that could have been live in The House. Part 2 will drop on Halloween day, so there won't be long to wait. Happy Halloween! *trigger warning spousal death
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Sitting on a picturesque hillside in Paintsville, Ky was a house that many would find charming with its wide, wooden porch complete with those dreamy white columns you envision when someone mentions a southern homestead. The orchards creeping up the hillside brings with it the scent of sugary blossoms in the spring and cozy, delicious smell of apples and pears in the fall. While it is no mansion, the house appears regal in it’s station on top of the hill, and looking down into the valley of homes that continued up the holler. For many, it is the American dream to own a home like this one, w
