An old abandoned house, out in the middle of the country. Big oak trees, tumble down barn, door swinging open... who could resist? Not me...
On the way to pick up Grendel I go through all these back roads, and since they were going to be late I had some time to spare. Close to Harrell's there is a triangle road division, surrounded by corn fields- nothing else around. In the triangle there are the big oaks, a yard overgrown with Johnny-jump-ups and Queen Anne's lace, and a Gothic cottage. It's brick and wood, has a gable and an arched doorway... and the door was open.
The inside of the house was bare and sturdy- five rooms down, two up. Hardwood floors (some covered with peeled-off linoleum- ew), plaster walls. Built in bookcases. I could so live there! Upstairs was empty- and the attic door was open. Attic floor had castoffs like most attics- stray single shoes, assorted tiny toys, escaped rubbish... and over in the corner- a GHOST!!! Bright white but not so spooky....
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