Dakota Lux

The House on Center Dakota Lux

What makes a home, wood bound together, a shelter to feel safe in? Or is it the people that inhabit it? Many families have inhabited the same space at different times. We grow and we pass away in our homes. We mourn, then we move on, but we do not forget. The homes remember us as well, the walls saturated with memories both good, and sometimes bad. Is this idea a figure of speech? In my experience a home holds more than memories, sometimes those passed on remain here. Interacting with our world from an intersecting one. Many religions call this other world different things. One thing is for sure the two are intertwined, each side interacting with the other. Some places in this world are like doorways between the two. One of these places is The House on Center. This was my grandmother's house, the place my mother was raised and where I spent much of my time until I was a teenager. This book is a detailing of my experiences as well as those of others who have lived there. A glimpse into the perspective of people with psychic abilities coming of age in a haunted house. This house not only inhabited by us and those who have passed on, but malevolent entities that still chill me to my core. Now as an adult and an established psychic, I am sharing the stories of the house that lead me to follow this path in life. Being ordained to perform house blessings, I have never witnessed a place as wicked as my grandmother's house. I feel it is tainted ground, stained by the blood of Native Americans and Soldiers. A cursed place, a beacon to entities that have only malevolent intent.

What makes a home, wood nailed together, a shelter to feel safe in? Or is it the people that inhabit it? Many families have occupied the same space at different times. We grow, and we pass away in our homes. We mourn, then we move on, but we do not forget. The houses also remember us, the walls saturated with good and sometimes bad memories. Is this idea a figure of speech? In my experience, a home holds more than memories.

I was interacting with our world from an intersecting one. Many religions call this other world different things. One thing is for sure the two are intertwined, each side interacting with the other. Some places in this world are like doorways between the two. One of these places is The House on Center. My grandmother's house, where my mother grew up and where I spent much of my time until I was a teenager. This book is a detailing of my experiences as well as those of others who have lived there.

Many families inhabited this house over time as well as evil entities. Even thinking about it still chills me to this day. Now as an adult with much more research under my belt, I am sharing stories of Center St and the path it caused me to venture down. Being ordained to perform house blessings, I have never witnessed a place as wicked as my grandmother's. I feel it is tainted ground, stained by the blood of Native Americans and Soldiers: a cursed place, a beacon to entities with only evil intent.
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