The Horror of Chestnut Lodge

She was surely grand. Born matronly, raised to be a respite, a place of healing, taking into her bosom the sick and the tired to offer peace, only to end up a tool of the devil taken to hell in a spectacular fire meant only for her on June 8, 2009. I cannot say this was the work of God or the devil, but as sure as I stand to look at her I know her demise was intentional. Arson I suspect. I am not alone in this belief and yet even the fire marshal nor the police will search for her killer for she was murdered. We are all thankful someone put an end to the desperate screams at night that could be heard across her 22 acre estate and onto the street. We all felt the shiver of the torture she wrought which reached around the world and rarely survived a single night of. Her footprint now a charred pit of ash and rubble, once intended for the goodness of God, exposes a gateway to hell best left as wasteland like Chernobyl. It is wise to walk past this place quickly and only in the light of day for the evil here remains like no other. I find it hard to wax poetic or to morn her loss. She was not as she appeared. Her looks deceiving. It was easy to imagine her in a high lace collar with her once long jet black hair now gray with age in a bun. Positively a grandmotherly figure, she was surely beautiful and commanded attention. You looked with sad curiosity every time you passed her. You were compelled to. The pain was palpable. After a lifetime of seeing her, you instinctively knew something was not right. The old lady of the neighborhood held no original malintent but was used by the most evil of men to do their bidding. She was as much a victim of the devil as any. It is ashame. To the believers of God, it is best that the nightmare ended. I pray for her soul.