The quiet neighbourhood was lined with majestic old-growth oaks, the faded, cracked roads and sidewalks bordered with once grand family homes still hanging onto a sliver of their former presence.
A boy lives trapped, tortured by a most unusual and terrible means, slowly dying at.
But behind these brick facades and old peeling bay windows, there\'s a dark secret.
One would be likely to assume it a subdued and uneventful place where the most interesting thing in a day may be a treed cat.
The quiet neighbourhood was lined with majestic old-growth oaks, the faded, cracked roads and sidewalks bordered with once grand family homes still hanging onto a sliver of their former presence