Oh, I've got a bonus one for you from the school of 'places have souls'.
Where I lived just before moving here, well, it was even more rural. It was a big house. The house on the hill. The haunted house. It was a caricature of the house on the hill.
I lived there with an old lady that could make doors slam and windows shut.
Bats flew in through the windows.
Strangers turned up with crippled daughters but no word would be spoke of the horrors that went on there. Not to the other daughters.
I just wrote a long post on this and it got magically deleted. I guess I shouldn't be talking about it. I'll just leave it there.
I also had some other stuff to add, but it's probably best to let it go.
My computer is still fucked and I'm still too fucked to fix it. Shit, it was a good story.
Where I lived just before moving here, well, it was even more rural. It was a big house. The house on the hill. The haunted house. It was a caricature of the house on the hill.
I lived there with an old lady that could make doors slam and windows shut.
Bats flew in through the windows.
Strangers turned up with crippled daughters but no word would be spoke of the horrors that went on there. Not to the other daughters.
I just wrote a long post on this and it got magically deleted. I guess I shouldn't be talking about it. I'll just leave it there.
I also had some other stuff to add, but it's probably best to let it go.
My computer is still fucked and I'm still too fucked to fix it. Shit, it was a good story.