Friday Shootout

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One day, I had a long walk, and came across this letter box. I did a double take before I took the photo. Then I was intriqued by the entrance or rather the lack of it.  It was an unruly bush. I couldn't see anything beyond the bush and the trees. It looked like an overgrown deserted bush and abandoned house.
I suppose you don't have to be a rocket scientist to guess why the neighbours don't venture into the compound to tell the owner to keep his garden neat and tidy like the rest of them.


Sorry, I am not into spooky things. I grew up in Borneo, where voodoo things are real, and people cast hex. I do not like looking at spooky things or watching spooky movies.

Here is what I grew up with, the road to our airport cut through two cemeteries. We were not to call our siblings their names when we drove through the cemeteries. Otherwise the ghosts would hear the names. That night, the ghosts would come and call for the person, aka call them to go with them aka they will die. You bet we took this very very seriously and kept very very quiet until we have driven past the cemeteries. That was really spooky.