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jla_watchtower2011-10-26 05:55 am
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In The House That Grant Built
Any number of reasons could have brought you here. A tip, a rumor, an invitation, an order, or maybe your own morbid curiosity. Perhaps you just happen to be in the right place at the right time.
The decrepit two story house stands at the corner of Cedar and Thomas, in a run-down part of town, on a lot that should have been leveled years ago. At one time, it would have been an owner's pride and joy, with an immaculate white picket fence and a wraparound porch. Now weeds rise up to consume it and the paint peels freely. Surprisingly, all the windows appear to be in tact and the steps leading to the front door are sturdy. There should be graffiti on every surface and in every nook and cranny. Neither pen nor paint has disfigured its decaying facade. Nailed to one of the support columns hangs a vacancy sign. Constant exposure to the weather has left it battered and drained of color. A fitting sign for a house that's been forgotten. Or has it? A faint light emanates from within.
The gate rests half way open under the glow of a full moon.
The decrepit two story house stands at the corner of Cedar and Thomas, in a run-down part of town, on a lot that should have been leveled years ago. At one time, it would have been an owner's pride and joy, with an immaculate white picket fence and a wraparound porch. Now weeds rise up to consume it and the paint peels freely. Surprisingly, all the windows appear to be in tact and the steps leading to the front door are sturdy. There should be graffiti on every surface and in every nook and cranny. Neither pen nor paint has disfigured its decaying facade. Nailed to one of the support columns hangs a vacancy sign. Constant exposure to the weather has left it battered and drained of color. A fitting sign for a house that's been forgotten. Or has it? A faint light emanates from within.
The gate rests half way open under the glow of a full moon.
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Stepping lightly away from the door, he to the side seeking shadows as a reflex instinct.
"All yours Mister Kent."
Long standing habit has his eyes check their six and above.
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Clark steps forward and very hesitantly grabs the knob. He turns it and swings the door wide in one quick gesture, "huh huh. See? Nothing there." He's trembling...actually trembling.
"He...Hello? Uh...anyone there?" He leans his head in the door.