Inspired by Experience Writing: Writober Prompt: Fear of Abandonment Sensory Prompt

Ganny Saner’s old house isn’t real, nobody has ever lived in it, nobody has ever died in it nobody has ever called it home

When it’s cold out, the floor boards in Ganny Saner’s house creek and groan and the kitchen windows ice up and the rats in the walls curl up

up together in tight little bunches and squeak their discomfort to each other.

Ganny Saner’s house, the house that has never cast a shadow across it’s front lawn, that

was never surrounded by an apple orchard,  that never had a garage that use to be a stable for horses

might hide a secret in the lowest kitchen drawer,  next to the sink , that would stick if you tried to open it.

Ganny Saner’s house isn’t real. You can’t drive to it, you can’t find it on the internet

it’s never been photographed ,

it’s never been decorated for Christmas  or Halloween.

Ganny Saner’s house haunts my thoughts and it haunts my dreams.

I can hear the front door, I can hear the basement door, I can hear the attic door

open and close and I can hear footsteps in the halls of Ganny Saner’s house

even when I am awake.