I think it’s Rochester’s wife in the attic!

So on my morning walks with Trixie I frequently pass by this place.There’s something about those huge stretches of blank wall that just looks sinister to me. I realize it’s purely a side effect of being on a slope — something a lot of houses around us have to adapt to — and that the lower portion of the wall is probably just enclosing the crawl space. But knowing that can’t still the whisper in my mind that this place is not right. That maybe somewhere inside in a windowless room, someone is undergoing an unrequested brain transplant — with a hedgehog!

This is probably just me. But I am me, so what do you expect?


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