Every morning I ride my bike down First Street and was quite shocked this morning when I discovered that the abandoned house that was quite the late night attraction last summer had been demolished. The day before it stood there in all of it's bizarre and creepy glory, and today it was gone. All that remains is the cement slab that was once the front porch. Just thought I would let you all know. Pour one out, or grieve however you see fit.
3 comments:
I still have a lot of that awesome shit. Although I wish I had the papers/letters/etc... What happened to that stuff?
I asked you, when moving out of the First Street house if I should keep it, and we decided that our sleuthing had run its course so there was no point keeping it. Plus it was covered in soot and smelled like shit.
Oh... Right.
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