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It's an old house, and the girl passes it everday on her way to school. It's peeling paint is a faded pale green, like a dying plant. Vines from the abandoned garden have concealed the entire back porch. Everyday she passes this house. And everyday she wonders about it. Who used to live there? Why did they leave? She told herself she'd find out someday, but no one seems to know. No one was remotely interested. Poor old house she constantly thought, How could it be left like that? It never quite made sense to her. The day the girl decided to look inside was a dreary one. The clouds overhead obscured the sun making the empty windows feel forb