She wondered why the family who’d last lived here had left the house, why no one else had moved in. It was a good-sized place in a neighborhood that had once been well-to-do. Now many of the houses were empty, and even the occupied ones were run down. Had something happened in the city to drive the residents away? She’d have to do some research.
Of course, there was the obvious answer. Looking at the tideline of black mold that clung to the hallway wall just below the ceiling, Trista thought of other creeping things—dark things that crawled into the subconscious and left nightmares behind. If this house really was host to some kind of demonic entity, maybe its owners had been scared out.