Monday, November 30, 2009

The Haunted House

I’d never seen anything like it. The roof was caved. The front door was busted. The yard was an African safari gone bad. My pulse raced as I crept through the tall grass toward the front steps.

Was I out of my mind when I agreed to deliver magazine subscriptions for my brother? Had he forgotten to mention basic details of the job, like the 99% probability of death?

2 comments:

Sheila said...

I delivered papers when I was 12 years old, and I remember a house just like that. PLUS, with that house, I had to deliver the paper into the garage, so I actually had to go IN to the gaping mouth of terror!!! Aaaaahhhh!!! :-P

BJ Hamrick said...

LOL, and here I was thinking I was so unique... *sigh* And the garage! Yikes!

I know all about waiting--for the right guy, for high school to end, for my boobs to come in (two out of three ain't bad).


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