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I was curious to find out what was in the basement. The rest of the house looked great, but sometimes basements leak, get moldy, and just plain suck. Well my curiosity was rewarded. I wasn't expecting to encounter a full fledged apparition on my first trip down there.
You could call it a wasteland, but I call it my backyard. The desert stretches for miles, and I never get enough of it. When I'm finally feeling too old, I'm just going to walk out there and keep going until I drop. Your wasteland is my heaven.
The girl was positively glowing with good vibrations, or maybe it was too much cocaine. I get those confused sometimes. She lit up the room from all angles, but I swear it was stronger from behind. The green-blue glow of someone who simply doesn't know better.
The bones stuck out of the ground at a strange angle. They'd been there a long, long time. Rain, wind and gnawing animals had been working on them for years. I didn't know whose they were, but I knew I had to find out. That's my job. I'm a detective.
My crew is smaller than it used to be. I remember in high school we traveled as a pack of 8 or 12. We'd often need 3 cars to go to the movies. Not that I'm unhappy with the situation now. I like it. I r