Steven Anderly's contribution to the dismantling of the creepy, old house was to hire the industrial dumpster.  With it in place out front on the lawn, he rummaged through the refrigerator, located a can of beer and took up position on the couch to watch the game on the too small and grainy black and white television.  

"I didn't know they made pieces of shit like this anymore,"

He grumbled to his wife Eva while slamming his palm atop the set in hopes of bettering the picture quality.  

"They don't," she replied, truthfully.  

Thick clouds of gray dust arose from where his hand impacted, and Eva stifled a cough.  Every room needed a thorough dusting.  Nurse Helen claimed the reason for the disrepair had been that in the last year of Au...

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