Shawn, Delilah: The Mindfulness of Horror Practice
The kids slowly made their way down the hallway, Bradford not quite in front of Delilah, more along to the side. They past an old black and white photograph on the wall of a ventriloquist dummy with an inscription on the golden frame that read "Mr. Clayton's 50th Show, 1923"
Light streamed through the heavy velvet curtains of the Living Room, absolute silence, not even the hum of a refrigerator, the houses only visible occupants besides Bradford seemed to be spiders. They had weaved their webs between the spindles of the stair banisters and from the ceiling to the wall, old cobwebs billowed in the draft.
"Umm..want to go into the basement?" Bradford asked with unfitting cheeriness, as if nothing was out of place.