I've only been in the Hornibrook House once.
Long ago, Kathleen, a fireball hellcat of a woman who looked like Betty Boop, worked at the spooky Hornibrook House.
It was spring at twilight, flowers blooming, overpowering with their sweetly smells, and Kathleen floated through the gardens surrounding the Queen Anne style house as if in a David Lynch movie. Dreamy yet surreal with dark undertones, shadows swirled around us – the same shadows that had fallen over the house for decades. What secrets did the garden, the house and even Kathleen hold?
