Wednesday, July 12, 2017

Welcome to Grave Street

     Once upon a time...

     In the city there was a street that no one dared to go down. It was said to be haunted. See many many years ago when people did go down the street it always had a certain bleakness to it. Those that did go down the street always said it felt like someone was constantly watching them.
     Legend says that while they built the house on that street they had to replace the construction crew twice because of to many deaths. Finally once the house were built and families began to move in a husband in one of the middle houses went crazy and killed his family. Then just six months after that a house on the opposite side of the street about two house down from the middle caught on fire. When the firemen finally got the fire under control after losing three of their own men the fire chief couldn't even find were the fire started from. A few months after that the crime rates went up. Someone was breaking into houses stealing everything and anything that wasn't bolted down.
     Eventually the people that lived on that street that were left had enough, and took what little stuff they had and left. Making the street into a ghost town. You can't find this street on any map, or type it into any GPS. If you don't believe me fine type in 99907 West Grave Street and see what comes up.

~I'll wait~

     Now back to me, because I want to tell you little story about Grave Street. A story that isn't apart of the legend, yet.

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