-There are stray cats everywhere. Their screams sound a lot like children.
- The vines are dragging the buildings back into the earth.
- The only radio stations that come in clear are rap and country, and occasionally polka on Sundays.
- Church bells ring, but every church is empty.
- Chip bags and leaves skitter across the empty street. No wind blows.
- The fountain in the town square broke in 2005. People still throw pennies in. No one dares take any out.
- The train yard is closed down, with train cars abandoned, motionless on the tracks. You still hear the train whistle, but only on rainy nights.
-The feeling of a gray sky is always there, trapped in the shadows of buildings, even on sunny days.
- Hollow factories with boarded windows and broken glass. It’s too cold for spiders, but something is crawling on the wall.
- Stop signs with bullet holes.
- Everything is gray, red and brown, with the only color coming from the occasional orange traffic cone.
- You see your own items for sale in an antique store. You’re not sure how they got there, but decide against buying them back. Their secrets are someone else’s problem now.
- Faded billboards from when bread was 10 cents.
- Fireworks get set off in backyards without warning, regardless of time of year. You hope that it’s fireworks, but lock your door anyways.
- Victorian houses with a junkyard of faded toys in the backyard.
- The only ones who walk the street are groups of teenagers and senior citizens. If you ask them for help they are the nicest people, but if they approach you first, run. You are about to be involved in a horrible experience.
- There is that one lake where the police always go to look for discarded weapons and bodies. They always find something.
- There is a couch in the middle of the woods. Somebody was sitting there not too long ago, and they won’t be happy to see you when they come back.
- Lots of sirens, but no police cars.
- The man with the briefcase is more dangerous than the kid with a gun.
- Downtown’s Christmas decorations stay up all year long. Nobody wants to put forth the effort of taking them down.
- It’s 2 a.m. You think you are the only one awake. You gaze out the window into the street filled with houses and quiet cars. The streetlight flickers. A raccoon walks down the middle of the road. It minds it’s own business, you mind yours.
- Your neighbors house got torn down. You didn’t notice.
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