Just because a building has been left alone for seventy-odd years doesn't mean that you won't lock eyes with someone whose photo you saw in the obituaries page that morning. It does mean that they are most certainly probably dead or at least well on their way to it.
Just because that plot of land by the raggedy end of the railway station is unoccupied doesn't mean that you won't see shadowy figures playing football with something small and bleeding while your train is inexplicably delayed. It does mean you're stuck there just long enough to see one team score a goal.
And just because the recently opened far end cubicle in the ladies room at the Magpie & Chancellor isn't occupied, doesn't mean that they ever disposed of the broken little thing left to die in there. It does mean that whichever poor bastard reports it becomes a suspect.
Unoccupied doesn't mean empty - it just means that whatever's there isn't alive anymore.
Just because that plot of land by the raggedy end of the railway station is unoccupied doesn't mean that you won't see shadowy figures playing football with something small and bleeding while your train is inexplicably delayed. It does mean you're stuck there just long enough to see one team score a goal.
And just because the recently opened far end cubicle in the ladies room at the Magpie & Chancellor isn't occupied, doesn't mean that they ever disposed of the broken little thing left to die in there. It does mean that whichever poor bastard reports it becomes a suspect.
Unoccupied doesn't mean empty - it just means that whatever's there isn't alive anymore.
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