Westville Horror
It was the summer of 2015, school was finally out and I was ready to spend
some time out of this crappy state. Every summer my parents ship me off to Westville,
South Carolina to help my grandparents maintain their farm. Don’t get me wrong I love
animals and all but farmwork wasn’t what I had in mind for summer vacation.
It was Friday morning and I had to wake up at 6:00 am to catch the first train
out of Richmond, Virginia. I am by far the crankiest morning person ever but I kept a
smile on my face because I knew that I was going to soon be with my grammy and
grandaddy. Last thing I remember was leaving the station and the next thing I knew
