What They Choose

<p>People die. </p><p></p><p>So many illusions crumbled when death touched Eleanore Wright. She had run away from the ruins of one life toward the ruins of another. Now she knew that nothing in the world was what it seemed. </p><p></p><p>Will she find peace within the house's peeling paint dusty rooms and mysterious sounds? She found a stranger there with scars a hammer in hand and stains on his boots. </p><p></p><p>Maybe she'd find peace in the glowing eyes that stayed among the overgrown tombstones. </p><p></p>