|Can You Picture That?|
The House Down The RoadThe house had been empty for years. I passed it often on my way to school. It stood at the end of the next block a sad, lonely, building slowly becoming more run down with each passing year.The House Down The Road by lady-warrior
I would often pause to stare at the place, taking in the sagging porch and crumbling chimney, it's two front upstairs window looking like a pair of sad eyes, and wondered why such a place could not seem to keep an owner. The kids at school always told stories about the house, claiming it was haunted by the spirits of a family who had been murdered long ago.
I never believed such tales, brushing them off as simple childish things. After all; ghosts only existed in stories.
Even so... the fact the house couldn't keep its inhabitants for long made me wonder sometimes.
One day I noticed the For Sale sign was gone from the overgrown front yard and a small sense of hope came to me. Maybe somebody had finally bought the place. Maybe they even had children.
But that was not to be.
When I returned ho
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