Some people swore that the house was haunted. These people, seventeen of them to be precise, all viewed 1634 Chaucier Lane by peeking through lace curtains from within one home across the street. Their eyes were always focused on a gray shadow hunching near an illuminated rectangle.
His name was Herman. He was a widowed man who had moved into the house shaded by willows in hopes to grasp a real moment again. He lived within this home, sworn to be haunted, for a few years. Each day consisted of him walking between rooms, playing piano and spending time with his only companion, Glubber.
One evening, different than any other, Herman leaned forward and peered into his glass, fish tank. It was empty. The Squarespot Anthias, which used to move about within the transparent trap, was no more. Glubber, his sole friend, had disappeared. Just disappeared. It was nonsensical. A fish doesn’t just fly away. Herman turned the luminescent tank light on as he searched closer. He thought that maybe if he looked long enough he would find Glubber. Hiding. His eyes focused within the tank. Scanning. Searching.
Nothing was ever the same again after that.
At least it has a nice view of the Oquirrh Mountain Range.