Predator house. That’s what I call it. I’m new in town, my name is Flora. I’m what you’d call your typical, “normal”, boring housewife. My husband and I recently moved to a new town, and surprisingly, I haven’t really gotten to know many people here. I just haven’t seemed to click with any of the other women, and I don’t know why.

It’s lonely during the day while my husband is at work. I was hoping to make some friends- trade recipes, go shopping and out to lunch, and attend the occasional house party. But the people in this town are very different from what I’m used to.

For one thing, I tend to dress more conservatively; but the women here all seem comfortable letting it all hang out. It’s very off-putting. I’m not used to it. They seem to judge me because I’m more private.

But the weirdest thing is there’s this house one street over- it’s a bunch of adults living under one roof but they aren’t related or anything- they’re called the Fosters.

The house is dilapidated, rotting, grotesque. The lawn overgrown and it’s filled with weeds. They don’t seem to take any pride in their home’s appearance or even take care of it at all. It looks like something out of a horror film.

The Fosters never leave their disgusting house. But they peer out the windows and linger on the front porch, beer mugs in hand, and make lewd comments to all passersby.

Again, I’m a conservative woman who never flaunts my body. However they have made very unwelcome s***** and crude comments to me that feel extremely violating.

It makes me wonder if they were all s******* abused and decided to become s***** abusers themselves, rather than use their past trauma as a motivation to protect children.

Instead, the neighborhood children are not safe because of them. They seem to twistedly enjoy seeing who can say the grossest and most s******* explicit things to children and get their reactions.

One of them even offered to have s** with my dog.

I hope someone blows up their house.