The Garbage Inspector

The house that has been standing at the Clayton dump for hundreds of years. It is tucked away in the row of overgrowing Karaganda that have taken over the brown crumbling brick chimney. Green vines growing up the side of the faded yellow house. Inside looks like the Tasmanian devil went through it. Shopping cart parts thrown all over the place. Crumbled dry wall all over the old wood floors. As you walk across the floor they moan in pain as they have been sitting there for ever. Children's toys are in the room with the bars on the window. The roof is like a the Calgary flames stadium is like.

Since I was little boy me and my grandpa would ways take garbage to this old hole which used to be a Stern. He would always tell me that when he would come and party here with his Friends the house would yell at them and a bell ring. I always thought his mom would hide in the house and yell at them when they drink to much. That changed when his mom passed away and he told me it was still going. He said it was the kids that were killed there by the garbage inspector. The Guy called billy hated kids so he would steal children from the nursery and put them in a room and acted like there parents and then would shoot them. After every murder he would ring a bell to celebrate.

This man hung him self in the house and was taken away by the police and sold to the government for brain experiments. So next time you see a house that looks like it would be a peace full place to live think twice it may have a disturbing back story to it.