A Haunted House
The cruelty of time
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1 min readOct 29, 2021
I was once a distinguished member of this neighbourhood. I took pride in my appearance. People would smile as they passed me on the street.
When my family moved away, things started to change. Years have passed and they have not been kind. I’m older, weaker, and alone. I find myself leaning and crooked.
Children sensing my weakness, no longer respect me. They torment me. Every night a new visitation and some new desecration. They gather blaring music. Smashing my windows, throwing bottles against my walls. Using my garden as a toilet, it’s horrifying.
I truly am a house haunted.
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Thank you to Zane Dickens and Paul Mansfield for the prompt.
