|The kid wrote this essay which earned him praise from a teacher.|
I have a vacation house in Hood River, I can tell that my parents chose the place for a reason. A good view, FRIENDLY NEIGHBORS, well… true (Kinda).
Ever since I was little, I had a neighbor named Mary, she was really nice and I often went to her house. We would have nice conversations, make a lot of things, go on her Playstation, and do many more
But, she had a tax dispute with Goldman Sachs, so they had to take away the house because it took them many years to clear it up.
They took away her house, and now the bank owns it.
One day, my dad was talking with our neighbor and the neighbor said “There was squatter reports”.
They walked into the vacant house and (To me) everything seemed really creepy. Imagine all your childhood, all those fun events, the grounds are abandoned. Creepy.
They walked throughout the house and saw one room that had about a million bottles of beer and tons of mens clothing in a room.
Every now and then, I wake up in the middle of night and can just hear a little bit of this and that. Or my imagination.
Whenever we are walking home from something in the small, bustling, Hood River downtown, I swear I can see some lights on, creepy.