My parent’s died in a car wreck when I was six. My only living relative was my Aunt Amethyst but I always called her Amy. I never liked going to her house. It was scary to me. It was an old Victorian house that had been in the family since the 1800’s. There were four stories to it. On the bottom floor was the main living area with massive rooms. The second floor had four bedrooms with a full bath in every room. The third...