the less me and my wife felt like mom and dad as we swapped eerie stories with our new neighbor bits and pieces of our time started to re-emerge you were still greg and linda functioning adults but we were also the same greg and linda who ate way too many mushrooms at a russian psych trance festival less than a decade ago after he finished the second bottle of wine i grabbed a couple of beers out of the garage and fished out some weed i had stashed away for a rainy day in an effort to be eco-friendly the street lamps at our neighborhood never stayed on past midnight we drank until the only thing cutting through the darkness was the porch light and the night sky halfway through the joint linda started falling asleep she excused herself and went to bed i would have followed my wife but it felt like a shame to waste half a joint i bit here good night and hope she would still be up by the time i would get to the bedroom ever notice anything weird ever happened with my house elizabeth broke the stone silence we were indulging in like flashing lights strange sounds in the middle of the night spooky stuff the neighborhood was a dark silhouette of repeating architecture the sky chaotically littered with stars shining above us i was way too stoned to understand her question she passed me the joint i shook my head can i let you in on a little secret greg she asked i'll have to run that by my wife i replied oh you can tell her it's cool elizabeth replied quickly just i don't know if you do end up talking to the neighbors maybe don't mention it you guys get it you spent time around artists don't know if the rest of the neighborhood would be so understanding thoughts of my cool wife laying in bed upstairs were tugging at my brain but elizabeth's hush tone stirred my interest alright as long as it's not a murder or something then your secret's safe with me and linda she passed me the joint again i shook my head again i mean the secret is concerning murders multiple murders actually she let her words ring out for dramatic effect even to send a shiver of discomfort on my spine i didn't kill anyone but like four homicides happened in my house she added with another puff of smoke the shadowy outline of her home looked no different than any of the other houses on the street really i asked yep NUMBER_TOKEN NUMBER_TOKEN NUMBER_TOKEN NUMBER_TOKEN murder-suicides each one of them sounds like the NUMBER_TOKENs were rough i found myself saying elizabeth smiled when i bought this house i did a bit of research murder houses go for cheaper plus i figured a murder house could have an interesting vibe for my art i considered the new information it was nice to be speaking to someone who wasn't aggressively boring but the conversation was getting into the spirit of a NUMBER_TOKENam bar chat that makes hangovers more punishing i yawned and started to get off my chair if i didn't join my wife soon elizabeth would ramble my ear off about something that was way too eccentric for my tastes do you believe in places having souls greg she
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