The first one to find the abandoned house was Carl. After sleeping the first night rolled in a musty quilt he drove down to the town and bought a mattress, some saucepans and a few other necessities.
A few weeks later the others found their way. They came one after another.
Soon there were people in most of the rooms in the decayed house. Carl, Jenny, Little Louie, Love, Maria and Frederic. And Sunshine Superman of course. One day the tiny cat sat on their porch as if she had always lived in the house.
In the nights the house was bubbling with life. There was always someone baking or cooking food. The big windows sprinkled their warm light over the magnificent oak trees that stood at the brink of the overgrown garden. Beyond them merely the old forest.
This part of the county was really desolated. They had several miles to their closest neighbor. Jenny had talked to some people in the town about the abandoned house – without telling them that they lived there of course. An old man she met at the diner had told her the house had been empty for ages. Maybe as long as fifty years. But he knew nothing about who had been living there once upon a time.
Or what had happened to them, by the way.
The house was perfect to Carl, Jenny and the others. During the days there was a peculiar calmness in the big rooms that gave them peace. And as soon as darkness fell it felt as if the house was transported to another planet. The wild forest forced itself through the windows and sang to them with voices they had never heard before.
They were looking for something, and the place encouraged them. They were looking for something perfect.
The nights gave them enough inspiration to continue.
They called themselves the Children of the Bleep.
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