The House of Crime

Mean Queen and Daddy have settled down. They now keep their trash on their property and they have no workers to order around. That's because people who work for other people like to get paid and Daddy likes them to work but not so much on paying them. The workers left in the middle of the day in an uproar with Daddy and Mean Queen yelling at them and they have not been back since. The Palace grounds are filled with rubble and stone stacked here and there, the job of pouring concrete on all the land only half finished. Their Holy days beginning, they have no place to march the palace guards, if they had any left, or hold court.

The Muslim Jihad Warriors had a party where there was English spoken by some of the guests. We suspect the English speaking guests were there for dinner for as the night wore on, we could hear claps of glee and then silence. We suspect they tortured and then ate the the English speaking guests one by one because later in the night there was only the babble of Jihad Warriors and no English was spoken again. Meat of some kind could be smelled from their barbecue. The remnants of the dead English Speakers I'm sure.

Across the street a red sports car shows up at the House of Crime. A woman stays there, only during the middle of the day and greets prospective renters. Never at night for the House of Crime is filled with spirits of criminals. They are housed there from the gas chambers and electric chairs that they were once fastened to. It waits patiently for the right lodger. The one that will awaken them and relive their lives of crime. The house wants another murderer, another killer to cozy up to and shelter. You can feel its intent even from across the street.