Dr. Naesley.

Story 1. The last house on Candy Cane Road.

The house has been there for as long as I can remember,

standing tall against the test of time. Sure, it looked beaten up, ancient even.

So much so that my friends and I have been fascinated by it. We even spent entire days hanging

around inside, smoking, or drinking beer. The paint had been peeling off at an accelerated pace

in the last few years. And when it all came down, I noticed there were scratch marks all over

the interior walls. There were also faces scratched on those walls. Some were happy, some were sad,

some were angry, and some were evil. Their wretched eyes staring deep into mine made me shiver with

unease. The faces were chaotic contorted with either disgust, fear, or anguish that spread throughout

the room, feeling it with dread. It was a feeling of not belonging, of something out of this world,

a plague that came here to haunt the living and twist their minds into dark despair.

I stood still in silence. The first time I saw them, just watching and observing. All kinds of

scenarios went through my head. Why were they there? Who painted them and for what reason?

Was it all just a joke meant to play with the minds of those who laid eyes upon this grotesque

imagery of hellish creatures? This house always had a bad reputation. The townsfolk warned the kids

in town to stay away from it during the night because weird things happened there. But of course,

I had my reservations about that. Most of the time, it's just make believe with these types of

scary stories. The adults like to play games and blow things out of proportion to conceive a silly

story. One of these stories is about the name of the house, or rather the name of the street it's

located on. Candy Kane rode. The houses in that neighborhood are all new and inhabited by people

with good reputations, respected, and well known in our town. The old townsfolk say that a very

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