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“This is crazy Mike,” I whispered as I glanced around the shadowy house, half expecting to be caught at any moment.
The place reeked of a mixture of mothballs and home cooking. The only illumination came from the light of the full moon that beamed in through the wide old style windows. Every piece of furniture in the house seemed to be antique, from the eighteen hundreds by the look of it and in great condition but then, it was dark and I couldn’t see very well, so I couldn’t be certain.