In The House in the Middle of the Street, Jennifer Skliás Gahan weaves a haunting modern fairytaIe of inheritance, secrets, and the creatures we invite into our lives.
When Rebecca and her husband inherit a stately old home, they believe they've found the perfect place to build their family. But as the year turns and shadows lengthen, visitors begin to arrive-children who are not what they seem, hungry guests who demand more than bread. Bound by family history and ancient instructions, Rebecca and her descendants are drawn into a chilling cycle of debt, desire, and generational haunting.
With prose that moves like a spell and imagery as vivid as a fever dream, Skliás-Gahan conjures a dark winter tale that recalls the cautionary power of the Brothers Grimm, yet resonates with startling relevance. The House in the Middle of the Street is a story of legacy and survival, and a reminder to be carefuI who you let in.
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“Ms. Skliás-Gahan’s wonderful velvet voice narrates this fable using myths and metaphors to tell a story of two little children who visit the house in the middle of the street and nothing in that house is ever the same again.”
“Jennifer Skliás-Gahan writes and performs a darkly beautiful story that has the flavor of a Victorian gothic fairytale and the depth of Greek drama.”
There once was a house and it sat in the middle of a simple and quaint treelined street…..A beautiful woman named Rebecca lived in this house with her faithfully devoted husband and their new born daughter. They were happy and they were proud.
The house had originally belonged to a Great Great Aunt of Rebecca's named Minerva. She lived in the house all the days of her life and she died there, on the very last night of the year. In her final earthly wishes, Minerva bequeath the house to her next of kin and all of its belongings, including a golden sealed letter reading "Instruction for the Keeper of the House," to be given to whomever took legal ownership of it. None of her next of kin came forward to claim the house.
Some neighbors speculated that the relatives passed on such a beautiful home because of the rumored hauntings attached to it; the wild sobs of a young woman heard through the winter winds as the year closed, coupled by a sturdy knocking at the front door that emanated onto the street.