The Hunger of Those Left Unfed

I should have listened to the old man. He said it wasn't bound to a place, or any piece of earth. "Houses aren't haunted," he said. "People are."This is my story. Of when I was young. When I thought superstition was a lie that spilled from senile mouths. Was only seen by cataracted eyes.I thought I could walk away. That a safe harbor would protect me. That love was an unbreakable barrier.I thought someone else would feed its hunger