The house next to me has been vacant forever. It was vacant when I moved in to my house and since that time it has fallen into disrepair.
It was really starting to look shabby. Gutters were falling down; parts of the siding had been stolen. There were even rumors the copper pipes in the basement had been stolen, too, but I never heard any police reports to that effect. The house just plain looks like crap. I had been hoping the village would tear it down. That way there would be less neighbors to contend with.
Not long ago I started to see people going over to the house. I had no idea why they were there but they made me nervous.
Today I found out. I have a new neighbor. The house sold. I saw him tinkering outside so after work I went over there to introduce myself. He said his name was Hoss.
I tried to make idol conversation but Hoss just seemed weird to me. He explained how he loved the rundown appearance of the house.
"It just fits me. I couldn't live in a house that's manicured and nice."
"Oh, really? Why is that?"
I started to take a step forward. Hoss held up his hand and said, "Watch your step there. I just might bite."
I thought he was kidding and started to move closer to him. He snapped his jaws at me then started to laugh.
"My aren't you pretty. Looks like you spend too much time in the shower, though, for my liking?"
I spend too much time in the shower? That's the first time I've heard that one. I could see into his garage and he had, well, a lot of axes and sharp things. And there was a lot of rope and trashbags.
"Well, Hoss," I said backing up slowly, "I need to get going. I'll see you again sometime."
"It was sure nice meeting you."
"Sure, anytime," I said through a forced smile.
For whatever reason I continued to walk backward. I couldn't stop thinking about what I had seen in his garage. My new neighbor is a serial killer!
I tripped and fell to my back, my skirt flying up in the air. Oh, no, I had just let the serial killer see my underpants. What if he wanted to bite that, too? I picked myself up as fast as I could and ran.
It was really starting to look shabby. Gutters were falling down; parts of the siding had been stolen. There were even rumors the copper pipes in the basement had been stolen, too, but I never heard any police reports to that effect. The house just plain looks like crap. I had been hoping the village would tear it down. That way there would be less neighbors to contend with.
Not long ago I started to see people going over to the house. I had no idea why they were there but they made me nervous.
Today I found out. I have a new neighbor. The house sold. I saw him tinkering outside so after work I went over there to introduce myself. He said his name was Hoss.
I tried to make idol conversation but Hoss just seemed weird to me. He explained how he loved the rundown appearance of the house.
"It just fits me. I couldn't live in a house that's manicured and nice."
"Oh, really? Why is that?"
I started to take a step forward. Hoss held up his hand and said, "Watch your step there. I just might bite."
I thought he was kidding and started to move closer to him. He snapped his jaws at me then started to laugh.
"My aren't you pretty. Looks like you spend too much time in the shower, though, for my liking?"
I spend too much time in the shower? That's the first time I've heard that one. I could see into his garage and he had, well, a lot of axes and sharp things. And there was a lot of rope and trashbags.
"Well, Hoss," I said backing up slowly, "I need to get going. I'll see you again sometime."
"It was sure nice meeting you."
"Sure, anytime," I said through a forced smile.
For whatever reason I continued to walk backward. I couldn't stop thinking about what I had seen in his garage. My new neighbor is a serial killer!
I tripped and fell to my back, my skirt flying up in the air. Oh, no, I had just let the serial killer see my underpants. What if he wanted to bite that, too? I picked myself up as fast as I could and ran.
