There's another thing about those drawn to the House of Evil, they all own black cars. What's with the black? And the shades are never opened. No light penetrates the interior or emits light. Yet, people, some form of them at least, live there surviving on delivered food at all times of day or night. Pizza for breakfast? okay, maybe with a beer when you had one hell of a party that weekend, but on Tuesdays?
It's a rental and the guy who's family lives next door to them and directly across the street from us, asked the owner who showed up when the rent was due and the renters in jail, after the law came with guns and plenty of ammo, "Why do you rent to criminals?"
The guy said he didn't know they were criminals.
I can see the concern because the family, and a real nice family, have their children's bedrooms on the shared side of The House of Evil. The parents told me how they moved their children to the other side of the house after the second invasion of police prying out criminals hold up in the House of Evil. And if you saw the size of the rifles the cops brought, you'd run to the other side of your house and hope it was enough between you and whatever comes out of the barrel of a gun that size.
He doesn't know they're criminals until the rent goes unpaid and the hood informs him. Maybe a background check would help but I don't think so. It's the house.
The house itself is cursed. Haunted and I know it for a fact. The story goes back to the time me and some other kids collected all the unfired firecrackers from the 4th of July. The day after the fourth we carefully broke the firecrackers opened and piled up the gunpowder. It was directly in front of that house over fifty years ago.
It was a big pile too. I mean firecrackers back then were easy to get, legal and cheap. We placed all the gunpowder on the cement sidewalk in front of this particular house. Why that house, I'm not sure but probably because none of us had ever seen anybody that lived in the house and it drew us to it. We lit it and in one big cloud of sulfur smelling smoke and flame, all our eyebrows and lashes were singed off.
What this did, was to invoke some type of evil to enter the house. It caused a warp in the fabric of time and allowed some unknown entity to enter the dwelling. From that point on, the house sits there, gathering the wicked and dispensing them to this day. And I don't think it will ever end. The evil that was invoked that day over fifty years ago is still there, waiting to call those who walk on the dark side.
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