I thought it was nice, the way they fixed up the old house.
The new neighbors worked hard to restore it to its pre-Civil War style, even buying antique furniture. It’s gorgeous, really.
I did think it was going a little too far to tear out the electrical wiring and PVC plumbing, but I guess if you’re going for authenticity… The neighbors were, like, re-enactors or something?
Only, at night in their utterly black house, I could see flickerings of candlelight at the windows, and I could hear sounds of, I guess, wailing? Really spooky stuff? And sometimes yelling, and a whip.
They always smiled at us when we saw them, happy as anything, if a little tired-looking.
And once I heard what I swore sounded like horses and hundreds of men around campfires, but when I rushed outside I didn’t see a thing.
Tonight, I heard a battle. I heard raging and fire and artillery, thundering hooves and cannon. I heard screams, and I heard men fail, and I heard ragged cheers.
And now there is a knock on my door, and I don’t know who won…