This reminds me of my two-day 'honeymoon' with my ex-wife, almost seven years ago: we spent a night in the dilapitated, largely roofless cabin where she'd spent much of her horrible childhood where, in the forest dark, things ran across the floor near us, bit us, caused heavy items to fall in other parts of the cabin, and shadow-flew over us (within the cabin). . . spooky stuff.Short version - thanks for posting this, good writing: I enjoyed it muchly, much more so than my thankfully brief marriage!
Perhaps they are being considerate.
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