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“We might get a good buzz
going but I doubt it will make me feel better,” Dan replied, despondent about
his domestic situation. “I still have nowhere to stay.”
“Problem solved,” Ron waved at
a moving van that was barreling down the street. “That’s Coleman’s family. I
heard they were moving to Florida.”
“Coleman is a right decent
dude, and his sisters are so hot. I’ll miss chatting them up. But how does that
solve our problem?”
“Have you ever heard of
squatting?” Ron replied with a devilish grin.
“Squatting? What the hell do
you mean? Like, squatting in the woods to take a shit?”
“No! They moved out, we move
in, that’s what squatting is. If anyone asks, we tell them that we’re
house-sitting until they return. No one will ever know.”
“You’re brilliant, Ron! Let’s
go check out the place. How are we supposed to get in? They probably locked it
up tight.”
“The old brick through the
back window entry method, my green friend. It’s never failed me yet!”
The boys broke into the newly
abandoned old house in the middle of the afternoon; the sounds of breaking
glass alarming no one. The house was older than the other houses in the
neighborhood; its rooms immaculate and huge. The move would be a huge step up
for the boys. They’d both been living in cramped apartments with their
overly-religious families, who were hell bent on doing their share to increase
the worship base. The old, run down house seemed like a mansion in comparison
to what they were accustomed to.
“Why would they leave such a
wonderful house?” Dan asked incredulously.
“Coleman told me they were
moving to the country because his dad couldn’t deal with the crime rate,” Ron answered.
“But in secret, he told me they couldn’t deal the ghosts that haunt this
place.”
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