This was a big party house. It sat on a darkened corner of the street with a huge tree obscuring the view from the front and side. The shades were always drawn, but on most nights you could feel the BWOMP BWOMP BWOMP of the bass and drunken revelers shouted to be heard. You’d see tipsy college kids holding Solo cups on the lawn. Once I saw a young woman anxiously check an address on a slip of paper three times before she ventured inside.
Then last week the place way empty, and the chimney had been pulled down on the side facing the noon sun. It didn’t look or smell like there had been a fire, but the inside was gutted. I figured they’d done it in the middle of the day and let the sun do its work on the nest. I bet they all went up quick.
Thanks for keeping the neighborhood safe, Vampire Hunters.
