We ran across this old dilapidated shack along side some old dirt trail a couple of summers ago. Close to a crossroads, out near the Steuben County/Schuyler County line in New York State. It was just startin' to turn to dusk but we had ta stop - wantin' to get a closer look. But somethin' held us back...
Don't know if it was the possibles of a dead body bundled up and thrown against the house or the 'danger' sign on the front door, but we had the inkling that we shouldn't be stickin' around too long. Who's ta know if there was some gun totin' redneck watchin' us from behind a crack in the door or in that dark broken out window uptop?
We stood there listenin' for noises, with all the world goin' quiet at sundown, when out of nowhere came the roar of an old pick em up truck. It sped through the four corners stirrin' up dust, full of good ole' boys hootin' and hollerin' for all their worth and as that veehicle fish tailed to a stop just out of view... we done up and hightailed it outta there!
An' ya know, we been back that way time and agin and we just can't seem to lay eyes on that same old shack...
mighty strange, I'd say...
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