Prologue: Childish Things
When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things.
Corinthians 13:11
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Every neighborhood has a haunted house, a place that the neighborhood kids won't go into after dark. Clay Whelan grew up in his local haunted house. His older brother wasn't so lucky. Twenty-five years later and Clay doesn't remember anything about the house, but he's coming back to it anyway. He's coming back to find out what happened that fateful summer when his brother died, and why his mother spent the last six years of her life living there. But Clay's not the only one that has unfinished business at the house. Something is still there, something evil that lives under the porch... and upstairs...
When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things.
Corinthians 13:11