Every day, on my way to and from school, I pass this house. It reminds me of an old plantation house, with its tall, white pillars and shuttered windows. I wonder when it was built? I wonder who lived there?
Rumor has it that the owners live in the basement, and the upper floors are kept like a museum.
I wonder what stories the walls could tell, of bygone days and things long forgotten?
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