So here I am, in Poland. I have absolutely no friggen' idea what I'm doing here or what the heck I'm getting myself into. My dad and I are staying above this bar, and he's acting crazier than usual. I'm pretty sure he's hiding something from me.
STORY TIME.
I think I've found the house that my Grandfather grew up in. But let me tell you, it's probably the creepiest house that I've ever seen. It's literally falling apart to badly that I feel like if I sneeze anywhere near it, it'll just fall apart. To make things worse, there's a torrential downpour at this point which doesn't make me feel any better about the situation. I walk in, and there's a giant hole in the floor that goes right down into the basement. Or the gallows. At this point, it wouldn't surprise me. But what do I decide to do? KEEP WALKING AROUND. I could literally fall and die at any moment, but hey. Can't say I didn't try. The even better decision is to walk UPSTAIRS. These stairs have to be hundreds of years old, with absolutely no maintenance done to them in that entire span of time. The entire house looked like a war zone (duh) and it was pretty depressing. There were old toys that were beyond repair, old moldy crayons, and old classic books that were completely ruined onshelves that were so bowed I don't think that they could hold anymore weight than they already were.
The problem is, I don't even know what I'm looking for.
Wish me luck,
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