It’s been there since my Freshman year of Highechool. I’ve walked passed it every day for the last 4 years. To be honest, I don’t even remember if anyone lived in that creepy old place. It’s almost like it appeared out of the blue one day. Rotting on that lot what looks to be for hundreds of years. Today was graduation. After the ceremony, my entire family and I went and had lunch at Maggianos Italian House. My favorite place to eat. I had the spaghetti and meatballs (basic, I know) but it never fails me. On the way home, passing the house as we always do, I noticed the door was cracked open. I tried to get my dads attention to look, but he didn’t listen and kept rambling on about college choices. I didn’t know what I wanted to do yet. I didnt ponder about the future. I don’t know if I would be a doctor, lawyer, a cook or a janitor. All I know, is that tonight, I wanted to finally see what’s been hiding behind the rotten wood paneling.