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The house where I grew up sat empty after my dad died. We tried selling it, but no one wanted to buy a charming old fixer up that's middle name was "deferred maintenance." My sisters and I had moved out of town after high school, only to return on holidays, make that some holidays. And only occasionally. With mom gone ten years back, and now with dad gone, we didn't make it home much anymore. When the city sent me a letter saying we had to either sell the place or fix it up and rent it out--it was an eyesore that had been left abandoned too long--the three of us came home. To this. The windows had been smashed, presumably by neighbor kids with nothing else to do, the lawn neglected, and the inside overrun with critters. The roof seemed to be the only saving grace. The only thing that wouldn't cost an arm and leg to fix. After talking with my sisters, we decided leaving a lit candle inside on the wood plank floors might be our ticket to freedom. But would we? It was enticing, but none of us volunteered. After tonight, we'll know if any of us have the guts to do it.
The beauty in the woods:
This house is beautiful in a way that it stand alone in the haunting woods. It's beauty is not in its architecture or in its shape. It's beauty lies in the dark sky, in the solitaryness of its essence. One can stand years in the house with a bunch of friends, fews kgs of coffee, a can of champagne, and with some quantity of food.
You don't need a high speed internet, an ultra HD led or a phone to pass a time. The scenic view through the broken window, the cool breeze of morning and the chirping of birds is always three to entertain you. Take a walk in the woods in the the veining and return home before the day falls. Life would be beautiful and peaceful there.
It was a bright new day and the sun was dancing vigorously than other days to soothing tune of the breeze. The whole environment was peaceful as though there had been an age long war that just ended. Indeed it was perfect but Sophie was dead inside of her. She lacked energy and love for nothing.She had stayed up all night crying. she was heart broken!
thats my entry...resteemed
Broken, like my heart, the house stood in need of much repair. Shattered windows let in the creatures that plague my thoughts as cobwebs sit lurking and hunting their prey. Thoughts of you with her, adding to the secrets, only walls could tell. Walls can be torn down, and feelings reopened, yet still, guarded is my heart as I pick up the pieces and I paint over the hurt. Like the house, my heart will heal too.
It was far away from civilization , the Richard Mansion. The place were many untold stories still remain untold. But that itself made a group of friends to check this place out. To feel the rush of adrenaline. It was Jo , Mel and tom. They had herd the stories , about how some bad things have happened in there , now it was time to face the reality. The wind was blowing really hard. The leaves were flying and hitting there faces as they moved forward. Mel , had even brought her oujia board. Things were going to get pretty bad , when suddenly the door opened by itself. They blamed the wind for that. Moving forward they all found the main guest room. Ready to use the Ouija board . But suddenly it was no longer in her bag. 😨😨😨 Now , they really felt the rush of something , oops , it wasn't adrenaline , it was a Cobra , 🐍 , hissing it's way through the fireplace. They all panicked and ran as fast as they could. But legend has it , that they were never ever seen ever again.
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After I divorced my wife Diane, I had to move out. My first priority was to stay close to the kids and so I decided on this fixer upper. Although it was located on the rough side of town, I fell in love with its Victorian charm. The only drawback was the ghoul and silverfish infestation.
Johnny wound up to pitch a stone into the second floor bay window. He had a good arm from seven years of little league baseball. But the old Bailey house was built on top of Meyer's Hill and these days you had to be a pretty good shot. It's said that if you can break one of the windows in the old Bailey house you can make a wish. The last time anyone lived in that house was 1938 when a man and his family settled there. Johnny really didn't care for that story. It gave him the shivers. He took a swig from the bottle in his left side coat pocket and then plunged the rock at the window. Glass shattered and Johnny made a run for it. He heard voices in his head as his feet pounded the pavement below. "Stop running boy. Your wish has come true. I am Zuzu and have come back to life for you."
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There is no place like home. I have been on the best cruise lines of the world. I have travelled on first class to the best destinations on planet earth. I have slept on 7 star hotel suites. I got to dine in the best fastfoods eatries out there. I have ascended on high, descended to lowest point imaginable. I have seen a thousand places in life. In all my time away from home, THERE WAS NO PLACE LIKE HOME. THERE REMAINS NO PLACE LIKE HOME. HOME SWEET HOME!!!!
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As he gazed at the dilapidated ruin, he was transported back to those halcyon days of his youth when love and laughter had filled the building’s every niche and nook and the sun seemed always to shine, even on a cloudy day. He smiled widely as his thoughts turned to the imminent arrival of his first born and to the mirth and merriment that would once more take residence in this, his childhood home.