Dedicated to my little sister.
As a child, I was told that the tower wasn't any accustomed place. No one knew how long the tower had been there. It was a mystery. A type of mystery that was better kept unsolved. The tower was responsible for many murders and deaths. So many had died there, but nobody knew how. Some survived. The ones that had survived, said that the tower was full of demons. My grandma had survived back. Once, I got the courage to ask if the tower's demons were real. "Of course they're real Gracie!" Grandma said, "Why? Do you not believe me?" . I nodded. Going against grandma was identical to committing a crime. "I do. It's just, how comes you didn't get killed, grandma?" I asked. Her face fell. It was clear that she didn't want to talk about it.