The house of stitches (pt.1)

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It's been there ever since they first mapped out the area. It's been there when the first houses were built to form the foundation of a small town. It watched as the town grew into a small city.  It grew enough to move it from a few kilometers away, to a couple hundred meters, until it became swallowed by it.

Nothing ever happens in or around it. Nobody ever looks at it for long. It sometimes gets a glance in its direction, but the pace of those who do is usually quickened afterwards. Never does anyone come close. Teenagers don't even dare eachother to go near it. Everyone tries to act like it's just another ordinairy house, but it is noticable that it generates a certain amount of fear amongst those who know of its existence.

A very clear reason for why its presence is met with fright is that nobody knows why it's there, what it was for or for how long it has stood there. Nobody knows why it was never renovated or demolished. This is exactly the reason why the building is so unnerving : nobody, absolutely nobody knows anything about it.

This makes the house prone to lots of legends, of course, although none of them are spoken out loud. The thing that most people agree on, though, is that it's impossible to know what sort of legends people could even make up about the place, since it was such an oddly shaped building. The doors were too big to see it as a house. It was too small to be used as some sort of storage building. It had no windows, no chimney. The front of the house was built out of very large bricks, while the rest of the house was composed out of small stones. It was the weirdest house that you could imagine. For all of these reasons, the people called this building the "House of stitches".

The first time I heared about this house, I couldn't believe that there's absolutely nothing known about it. That there were no plans to do something with it. I asked the locals, old and young, about this house. None of them could tell me anything about it. Some old folk even scolded me for even asking about the place.

I got an appointment with the major to ask him if there ever was any plans of doing anything with that place. He was slightly upset about my question, but he allowed me to dig through some files that might reveal something about the place. After a few hours of searching the only things I found were construction plans for around the area, but nothing about the house in specific.

And then I found it. The thing I've been looking for. Evidence that once there has been something going on at that house.








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