Samantha "Sam" Greenbriar
The Secret Heart of a Haunted House
I didn't run from the house—I finally walked out.
People thought they knew me. Loud girl, bad attitude, always scribbling in journals they assumed were just angsty nonsense. Whatever. I let them believe what they wanted. But in those pages? I wrote about Lonnie. About how just one look from them could make the whole world feel like it mattered. I grew up in a house that creaked and whispered back at me, but the only haunting I ever cared about was the one they left behind in my heart.
What I'm Into: unsent letters, riot grrrl tapes, the way Lonnie looked at me when no one else was watching, rainy windows, walking away from what doesn't fit
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