It is October first 2005. My name is Donny. I just moved into a small town call 'JOHNSONVILLE' I found a nice little house the was white and had two floors. I also got to rent out a old run down cabin in the woods, I would like to use it for maybe me time or a little get together with some of my old friends from high school. The time is 9:40am and I am driving up to the little white house with a small U-hual behind me. I got a Oldsmobile that was very cheap at this town not that fair from here. I live alone. I'm not in a relationship and I'm 23. Life is going swell.
As I was moving in the neighbors watched me. Some from their Windows some from the front door. Maybe they thought it was strange for some one to be moving in to the house. The guy that sold it to me say no one has lived in to for about 30 years. I thought it was going to be a mess like the cabin but it look like new when I walked in. But that makes life a little easier cause I still have to fix up the cabin.
It took me about a day to get the U-hual empty. It was about 6:45pm when I got done. I'll just take it back tomorrow. It wouldn't hurt nothing. So I went around town to see if they had a taco bell or something like that I can have for dinner. The town was so small I could just walk which makes gas cheaper for me. I found a subway and called it good. It was around 9:49 when I was getting ready for bed. As I layed there in the dark silent new home of mine. I started to think. Why would no one live in a nice home like this for 30 years. Then I found out why...
