u/Kristen_Writes_2319

Hi everyone, I’m Kristen. I wanted to share a story about a house on Blackwood Lane that doesn't just witness a childhood—it participates in it. It’s a story about trauma without spectacle and the quiet terror of being noticed by something that never forgot you.If you're a fan of "house as a character" stories (think Haunting of Hill House) or reality-warping settings, I'd love for you to check it out. It just received a "keep the lights on" recommendation from Midwest Book Review, which was a huge moment for me.Happy to chat about memory-as-architecture or writing psychological tension if anyone has questions!