A preview of The Forgiving (part 1 of 4)
Over the next few days I’m going to be releasing, in sections, the first chapter of The Forgiving on my blog. It’s not fully edited, so if you spot any errors, be sure to comment. So without further ado, part one of chapter one of The Forgiving.
Written by Wesley McCraw
Jacobi House stood in the night just like any other house. True, not all houses have a twelve-foot high wall to keep things out and to keep things in, but some do. Some have walls higher. Not all houses have a cellar with a secret, but cellars hold secrets. Some hide bodies, some hide monsters unholy, some hide sex slaves, while a family man walks above. And not all houses hide from God. But there were other houses in God’s blind spot, even whole city blocks.
Jacobi House was just a house made of wood and nails, pipe and brick, not unlike a human body is made of flesh and bone, blood and spit. Both rise from dust. Both will return to dust, eventually.
Its sprawling two-stories perched high on a bluff on the Willamette River in Portland, Oregon, a city on the I-5 corridor known for sex trafficking, cults, and haunted buildings. Evil had walked its halls, but the house itself wasn’t evil in any of its parts. Its foundation didn’t disturb any burial plots, American Indian or otherwise, and its architectural design wasn’t a demonic summoning glyph, though these theories had been bandied about each time the house had been partially torn down and rebuilt. Jacobi House was just like any other house.
Save for one thing.
Jacobi House needed forgiveness. And it would have forgiveness, hell or high heaven.