The building sits on a corner lot. The windows are broken, the walls graffitied. It should have been razed a long time ago for the evil that occurred there.
Instead, it has become a den for drug-users and the homeless. Simply walking by puts your life in danger.
It houses a new kind of evil these days, one we inflict on ourselves from habits that are out of control.
It is raided every few weeks, and while the dealers hide in the shadows, the addicts are taken to jail, and the dead, lying in wait, to the morgue.
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The Day After 
Such a shame these places become crime dens whilst beautiful fields and woodlands are annihilated for homes isn’t it.
Great story.
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I agree! Thank you.
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A haunting tale indeed. Excellent Dawn.
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Thanks Iain.
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Yet there are places all over the world which are taken over by crime, just like that.
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Sadly, yes. Thanks Liz.
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Wow, very visceral. This is true of so many places and as you say, it’s not the dealers who suffer when they get raided.
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Well defined. Thank you.
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Dear Dawn,
There are too many places like this. A well written social commentary…sadly.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you Rochelle.
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Hmm, seems like raiding the place doesn’t little to help anyone.
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Cleans up the dead so they don’t stink it up.
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In my youth, such a building would have been like a magnet to me.
Very often the addicted, the dealers, and the dead are the same people. Whithout such places, where would they go?
A hard story well-done.
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You are correct. Thank you.
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If only this wasn’t so. A tale of our times, unfortunately.
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If only..
Yes, thank you Keith.
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A story for a lot of towns.
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it looks like an opportunity for a real estate developer to tear it down and build something new. in the meantime, it lets cops earn their pay.
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A win win.
Thanks for reading. 🙂
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A well-written, if not depressing, story. But the truth often is. Kudos
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Thank you.
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The disused places that become the doubted shelter of the ill used. Well done.
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Thank you.
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Evil becomes repackaged differently every generation, every era.
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You hit the nail on the head with this one, Dawn. We’ve all seen it.
Well written.
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Thank you Russell.
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Excellent story 🙂
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Thank you.
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Dawn, you’ve sized that place up well. I bet the EMTs (emergency medical techs) get tired of carrying their gurneys out to the place.
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Thanks.
I bet they do. 😦
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You’re welcome.
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How sad that such evil can move in anywhere. Well done.
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Thank you.
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This is a tragic tale that is all too true in so many different ways. Well done, Dawn!
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It is. Thanks Brenda.
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