The room I entered was dusty, cluttered, and it smelled old. Twigs and rags littered the floor. The yellowed and stained wallpaper was peeling, and the floor creaked with every step. At the room's far end, two doors on either side of a fireplace led into the next room. From my vantage point I saw what looked like bricks on the floor. Except they looked organized. Almost if they'd been laid out in a pattern.
“Hey. Guys. When did you come here last?”
There was a slight pause, and then, “Not since last spring. Why?”
I craned my neck, trying to get a better look. “Well, last time…did you see bricks on the floor in the far room? Laid out, in like…patterns?”
Silence.
“Um. No.”
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