13.01. Scaring myself

I guess this is appropriate for Friday the 13th.

I like scary, creepy old houses.  Or scary, creepy old shops.

There is a creepy house on our street.  Nothing grows in the garden and we never see anyone there and it’s…well, it’s just creepy.

I’m too scared to take a photo of it.  But I like imagining the secrets and ghosts that lurk there.  This is a creepy house in Forrest that was on our way to the local cafe.


What are you scared of?



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