i was excited just having bought a huge old victorian house with endless rooms and tiny ancient details in the woodwork, secret passages...it had been chopped up for apartments and i was reuniting it back into one massive home to live in and create in.
the rooms had been empty and doors stuck windows had broken bent screens dirt and debris palm fronds and raccoons were inside but i saw the dark wood and was in love.
i found it difficult to clean away the dust and discovered signs of inhabitants not sure if it was old or recent.  finally i encounter squatters people hiding from me living secretly in empty extensions of the house. i try to chase them out and take over my place but it is too big and they've been there too long. i hear them wailing yelling talking about doing horrible things dark things bloody things and i decide to run. if i cant make them leave i will just have to get out but the doors are stuck and windows jammed and i have to bend an aluminum door down from the top right corner to make a little triangle to escape through.  i leave them and their howlings and rantings behind just glad to be out of there writing the place off as a loss.