The Dead Negative

After I found a negative of a black and white photo, originally taken in the 1920's, that had been hidden in the wall of an old house which had been gutted by a arson fire, strange things began to happen to me. The negative was one of thousands, which someone had hidden in the wall space, between the wooden frame, tightly tucked away. I don't know what made me decide to grab it, but, over the next few months time, I must have lost and found that same negative ten times over, and it was always in the strangest, random places. It just refused to stay lost! Then wouldn't you know it, I happened to meet a guy, through a mutual friend, who was into photography. He had a fully equipped darkroom of his own. When I think back, and consider just where that negative had come from, I really shouldn't have been as horrified and shocked as I was. It came from the house on Thirty Sixth Street, after all! Andre had a damn good reason to torch the place, and I should have left well enough alone.