Abandoned house. The area around it used to be full of life. Infectious air full of laughter and electrifying energy,now its peaceful,quiet.It’s not the same,abandoned,alone by itself,quiet and somewhat sad,melancholy. As you step inside,the dust rises up in the air like it’s a snow storm in the middle of July. Dust floating all around you like little snowflakes in the cold winter day. This place is empty now,memories suspended in the air,a time capsule of what was and used to be. Floor weathered,wood giving way for a heavy step,making noises of age and crumble and time gone by. You slowly walk through the house,the rooms are empty. Gone are the sounds of laughter,the tears,the happiness and sadness. Life itself seems to be drained from the place and it’s nothing but cold brick and wood now. It’s so much more to you though. You remember every corner of this place,that time when they screamed,that time when you played a prank,that time when you all could not stop laughi...
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