Razing Hell

Yesterday I went home. It seemed like a lifetime since I'd been there and it yet it seemed like I'd never left.

The city was tearing the vacant house down. Vacant of the family who used to live there, but not of the horrible memories of the two monsters who raised me in that house of horrors.

They won't find their bodies in there. I was smart enough to dispose of them elsewhere. But still I had to come back to see them demolish that nightmare factory.

If only it were that easy to demolish my memories the same way.