The number “29”

Just a casual stroll through the new neighbourhood down a pa…….aaahhhhhh!! Suddenly I heard a loud scream coming from an old beaten up white cottage and the number was 29 with broken windows and cracked stairs. There was a garden but not very colourful, there were just weeds, weeds and more weeds but burned. I was curios and i hadeverything i needed anyway because it was night time so i did have a torch for light and a knife for defence. As i looked at the door that was open i began to regret this horrible desicion. As i walked in ……… to be continued.

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