The foster kids thought they were finally becoming a part of a normal family that is until they got in and the front door closed behind them. Music playing, the sound of dancing and laughter being heard late at night while everyone in the house is asleep was an obvious sign that something wicked lives within the walls of 552 Hades Street. The house has seen and encouraged years of sadness and abuse. The evil existence that shares the basement with Annette and the others will continue to haunt them as they band together to survive the physical, verbal and mental abuse of their caretakers and the house. Decades would pass before the secrets are revealed of what happened in 1983 behind the doors of 552 Hades Street.
. I instantly woke up in a dumbfounded state when I smelled alcoholic breath and cheap cologne. I hid in my shiny place for a single minute when the sound of his moan brought me back. Oh my God! I thought, that hairy leg belongs to Elfonse. I cried on the inside. My soul was flooded with tears. Why was he asleep in our bed? Did he penetrate, fondle or kiss one of us? My mind instantly focused on my vagina, I didn’t feel any pain and my pajama shirt was...