Almost-home, sort-of-home, home-for-now we were here once. we are still here, a little, once in a while, but the gaps between grow longer, the moments we simply don't exist stretch out for days, weeks, months, until we're seeing tenants come and go, the blink-blink-blink life of a house owned by someone who makes their money off the sweat of those who have less. we were here once, and we loved this house as if it were the first and last place in the world, as if it t

Just because you can’t see them doesn’t mean they’re not there. Seven Souls 7 empty chairs sit at 7 empty table settings. 6 empty beds lean in 6 empty bedrooms. 5 discarded school bags hang from 5 different hooks. 4 dusty mirrors void of 4 fussy faces. 3 pairs of pointe shoes lack for 3 pairs of feet. 2 beat up mitts short of 2 calloused hands. 1 empty house harbors 7 homey ghosts. for more brilliant works from Dani Carr, check out: @thisdanicarr on Instagram, @itsdanicarr

Chapter 7: The house at the end of the street had been empty for decades. Its windows were boarded, its garden overgrown. The neighbors said a family had lived there once, but nobody could agree on how many people. Some remembered a mother and two children. Others remembered an old couple. One man insisted there had never been anyone living there at all. Seth went because he had seen a light in an upstairs window, and his curiosity about the paranormal had been increasing as

Dear Dreadful Diary, As I’m reaching the midway point of my trip I can’t help but reminisce about back home. Well, this place is home but my other home of course! They both have their positives and their drawbacks but I do feel a bit …. other-homesick. I suppose it’s mostly due to my family. I cannot reach them from here, it is not allowed. And I miss them dearly, mother and sister especially, but of course grandmother as well! Back home it is also a bit difficult to contact