Suddenly the door of 713 Park Street creaked open and a woman, hunched over and wearing a sweater set, emerged. Amy and I tried to look casual, like we were just strolling along, but the woman didn't buy it.
"You there!" she yelled at us, "What are you doing? I've been watching you wander up and down my street for 20 minutes now and I want answers!"
"I'm sorry ma'am," I said to her. "We were just looking for something." I eyed the woman precariously. She was of a significant age, definitely old enough to have lived on Park Street in the 70s, so I decided to venture forth.
"You wouldn't happen to know anything about a 715 Park Street would you? We noticed there isn't one."
"You have no business asking about that nonsense. Back in my day we took care of problems head on and we took care of everything. If there was evil in the house we not only got rid of the evil but the house itself!" The woman was screaming now, waving her hands in outrageous motions and slowly coming towards us.
"Ok! Well, thank you. We have to go!" Amy interjected as she grabbed my arm and begin pulling me down the street.
"Amy! She could've helped us!"
"Helped us? She's obviously crazy. Even worse, if she's not crazy and she's telling the truth...I think it's time to put this Albert nonsense aside. It's obviously not something we should be trying to dig up."
"Did you say Albert?" The old woman was behind us now, literally inches from where we were standing. "There is no Albert, and if you know what's best for you you'll forget you ever heard the name Albert Lee."
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