Around the corner from the street where I live, there was a old, empty house with tall trees and tall bushes around it. At new it was probably quite attractive, but now the paint is peeling, the windows are broken some and a big hole on the poorly roofing! we used to make up all sorts of exciting stories. the people who had once lived and died there, what I didn't knew was that the truth was much stranger than my fiction, it is sorrowful!
