down the stairs and around the corner woven webs are scattered along the old 1800 walls, two heaps of dirt are piled ceiling high supposively from when they used to be dirt floors, directly in the center lies an old wooden table with two chairs with broken legs thats where they played poker, and I can just imagine them pulling out their briefcases full of bills, sitting around smoking expensive cigars where the lighting system consists of one light where you can barely see each others faces you can hear the water dripping dripping ever so slowly you can hear the creaking from movement upstairs and I'm scared cause we're not suppose to be down here So you tell me Is there dead bodies burried in those piles of dirt?
Reason for writing:
The basement at work is so freaky. I work at an italian pizza restaraunt. Probably about 10-20 yrs ago
there was an investigation and many arrests occured as a result
of a mob here in small town Appalachin NY. Rumor has it that the same mob thing that happened yrs ago is still happening in our town. Recently a millionares wife came up missing and they believe he hired someone to kill his wife but they have no proof. Well we snuck down in the basement and maybe I'm jumping to conclusions but the first thing that popped in my head was that she might be in that pile of dirt along with many others. These two piles are huge where you could prolly fit a couple hundred bodies and no one would know. The scariest part is that my bosses are lebonese and theres two people that work there that are immagrants. All nice people but just strange. Sorry to drag on just using my imagination. Ohhh also they really do carry briefcases caked full of money, and they shine their shoes for real lol
Birth sign: Virgo
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