Where the Orphans Played

Summary

Whatever I saw must have been a figment of my imagination. And before I jump into this, I also feel like I need to acknowledge that I have an affinity for ghosts, UFOs, cryptids, and the macabre. Spooky shit. I have a bias on wanting to believe such things. But I still don’t believe in the thing I saw not so long ago, in the remains of the abandoned orphanage outside of my hometown.