"But ah'm not afraid of dyin'. Cause I know that when I get to heaven there are gonna be these wonderful trees, and ah'm gonna climb them. But you know what? Instead of leaves and flowers, those trees are gonna have fried eggs, and delicious Virginia ham, and big heaping bowls of biscuits and sausage gravy. And one day, Sammy, you're gonna meet me there, and we're gonna climb those breakfast trees together, and it's gonna be delicious and we're gonna be happy until the end of time."


Demon Vindaloo

We're going. To the house. Friday.
In the middle of the day. I'm not that stupid. I'm hoping someone lives there, it would be nice to get an interview (or at least resist the attempt to break in). Maybe I'll bring a tape recorder, and when we listen to it later there will be eerie voices that we didn't hear while we were there. And then I'll turn into one of those freaks you hear on Art Bell in the middle of the night, ranting about EVP and the spirit world.
But, more likely, it will be a house, and we'll get some pictures, and maybe a few newspaper articles from the library. And then I'll get some Indian food, because it's yummy, and we don't have it here.

Mmmmmm...evil spirits...and chutney.