A man was once walking down a street, on a windy afternoon; in the fall. He was on
his way back from work, then he heard a strange noise. He couldn't help himself of the
curiosity that overcame him. So he peered around the corner of a building to spot a house.
But not like any house. This house was older. And strange to say, all of the times he's walked
through the town; he never noticed it before. It was definately an older house. Very much
dilapidated. Boards on all of the windows. The support beams to the porch were cracked. But
the one thing that stood out the most, was on one of the boarded windows; a board was
The pitch blackness of the interior, through the missing boards space; made clear all of the
windows are boarded up. But why was there a missing board?
Did it break and the owner decided to throw it away and not bother to replace it? Did the
owner run out of boards? Was the owner a recluse? And all they wanted to do was keep an eye
on the passing world? The