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"That's where bad kids go."

My parents used to tell me that about an old house we passed almost every day while driving through my home town. My six year old self believed them, too. The creepy, abandoned house had probably been run down for longer than it had been new. It always reminded me of some wild creature, with the door as its teeth-filled mouth and the broken shutters as eyelids always open. I distinctly remember the sinking feeling in my stomach as we passed it. I was sure that it was going to pounce on our poor, defenseless vehicle. My parents must have sensed my discomfort and decided to use it as a technique to curb my misbehavior. It worked, because I was always a very well behaved child.

The funny thing is, though, my parents don't remember this house. I was talking to them the other day, reminiscing about days past and silly little moments from my childhood. I brought up the house and mentioned how they used to scare the pants off of me with that "where bad kids go" routine. They looked at me strangely. My father told me there was no old house on our most traveled route. There was just an empty field that tapered out into an gnarled patch of woodland. He said that it used to freak him out when I would stop my childish chattering and stare out into the open space as if I was seeing something.

Certain my parents were playing a prank on me, I went to the historical records kept in our town's library. To my great relief, I found the record I was looking for after hours of searching. There had been a house. It had been inhabited at the latest known date by a widow and her three adopted children. That was in 1964, when both of my parents had been small. The article where I found this information was reporting the deaths of all three of the children in some sort of freak accident. Authorities were baffled. Understandably, the woman wanted to move away from the place that sheltered many painful memories. The house stood empty, unsold despite its lavish furnishing for the price, until it feel into disrepair and then caught on fire. Like the accidents before, the cause of the fire was unknown. All that was left afterward was a vast, empty field. But the weirdest part of all of this? That fire occurred 10 years before I was born.

Just something to think about.

palindrome and I went to Target today in Huntsville, and I picked up a few more pony items.

▪ My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic gift set
▪ Applejack brushable
▪ Dollar bin bucket

We also got hit on by a creepy guy at Michaels who followed us throughout the store, then he asked us if we wanted to go to his house and "hang out."

Uhm. No.

One more day of summer classes, then I'm done till the 23rd. YAY!


( But I want to talk about these MLP: FiM shirts )

There are probably some people on my flist who don't know that much about me.

( Let's remedy that! )

Originally posted by thelake at Purple Wednesday

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It's summer now.

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If you were planning on donating anyway, this would be a great chance. I will honor any charity on on this list, or its equivalent for those of you not in the states.

My offer is here.