Life on Elm Street, Thornton

As we packed our belongings and prepared to leave Commerce City behind, we held onto the hope that a new environ-
ment would bring a fresh start. The eerie occurrences and constant tension had taken a toll on our family, and we longed for a place where we could rebuild our sense of normalcy. Little did we know, the shadows of Commerce City would
follow us, manifesting in new and even more unsettling ways on Elm Street in Thornton. What we thought would be a respite turned out to be an escalation in the strangeness that had begun to define our lives. However, what we encountered on Elm Street was a continuation—and even an escalation—of the strange and disturbing experiences that had begun on Poplar Street.

Living on Elm Street felt like stepping into a horror story, reminiscent of the infamous Freddy Krueger’s domain a
place where nightmares come to life. With each passing day on Elm Street, the sense of dread grew stronger. The strange behaviors, the unsettling encounters, and the ever-present feeling of being watched made it clear that Thornton would not be the sanctuary we had hoped for. As the tension mounted, we made the difficult decision to leave once again, this time heading for Fort Collins. But as we would soon discover, the journey to Fort Collins was not just a physical move—it was a deeper descent into the unknown, where the bizarre and the frightening became our new normal.