Chapter 14 a Laugh

Many miles away, Iggy finally skidded to a stop in front of a small decrepit house that was isolated in the middle of the woods. It was completely alone. He stepped over rusted machines that were littered across the yard on both sides of the long gravel driveway and half swallowed up by overgrown grass. He noticed the faint glimmer of a lightbulb through the newspaper plastered over the windows and he approached it. The front door was peeling paint, and as he forced it open, wood chips landed at his feet. A whoosh of thick musty air filled his lungs from mold in the water damaged ceiling and a pungent decay of something big.