The silent, honest, crumbling facade of Moore House looks spooky enough in the daytime. But at night, it can be positively bone-chilling. There is a weak light emanating from within, tonight. For months, talk around the neighborhood had whispered questioningly if the place had been abandoned.
Until one night, the black El Camino started visiting again. Steadily, the place began to see some activity. A young lady and her dog occasionally visited during the day. Sometimes the tall, dashing man and the young lady at night. But gradually, it became clear that Moore House is not abandoned at all.
And neither is its Purpose.
The old Chevy is there again tonight. Though, the man came alone this time.
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