This is the story about a house for my friend who has been begging me to write a story about a house that is NOT my house.
The house had been built upside down, but that was the way the owner wanted it. It was built as a one story house, with an attic that more resembled a basement as it was on the bottom of the house. Blue paint had dried lightly on the house to make it even more unique. The windows were the exits. And the front and back doors did not exist. Anyone who walked by looked and their eyes bugged out. The house was a strange house, however it was welcome in the neighborhood as they all drove cars that were upside down. This is the story of the upside down, one story house in the middle of unknown territory.
Fare thee well!