so the place keeps changing bc when new couples move in somewhere they always have big ideas. the last fuckers just cut down a really old tree and left thanks guys
new people moved in while i was gone, moved a shed, put some weird shit up. I like the wind chimes tho
it is a haunting situation. I know that. It's the old widow. I know her actual name bc I knew her when she was alive but she'll just be "the old widow."
the window here by my bed that i posted about before in the halloween folder gives me a nice perch to watch the whole situation. Which means, in this horror movie, im the eccentric neighbor who already knows about everything and just sulks around smoking cigarettes until someone finally asks me if I knew the old lady who used to live in the house. I told the one husband guy about it when he made the mistake of saying hi to me while I was burying chicken bones in the garden