old dark and waiting
It's has now came down to it, no more talking or running on and on about it. time to grow a pair and go the fuck down there, down und er where no one else will nor do they dare , dark and soaked , deep ancient mud thick and nasty , almost a century ago since the last one was there to do some task or likely a repair . my turn this time to venture in and stop the leak so the relentless water resides . a house this old god only knows what it's crawl space hides. with shovel and flashlight in hand I must locate a buried pipe cracked and leaking water , flooding the space underneath a total lack of space , spiders and their webs across your face this is a nightmare so would you go would you even dare? I have no choice, this is my home
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