Ten years of living in the same house I decided I wanted to move into town, into a small town house. I hired some movers and they had all my stuff moved in the new house within a weekend. The house was not too big, but also not too small. It did have a few rooms that needed a little work, mainly the pipes. The pipes in the basement, they tended to leak every once and a while.
             One day while I was downstairs looking at and measuring the pipes I noticed one pipe that was leaking a lot. Of course it had to be a big one and lead right into the wall. "This is going to be a pain to fix." I thought to myself. I got finished measuring all the pipes that needed replaced and headed up stairs.
             I took a quick glance at the clock on the stove, 1:30. Wow I need something to eat. So as I decided to go to the downtown Taco Bell and grab something to eat. As I was walking inside, everybody seemed to be talking about a house. "What could that be about?" I wondered but decided to keep walking. I ordered what I thought would be good, and went a sat down. The people at the table to the right of me, was talking about the oldest house in town. They said it looked vacant, but it wasn't. They didn't go into much detail. The one thing they did say about the house was it was the only house in town that still had a skeleton key. I knew what a skeleton key looked like but just passed it off.
             When I was finished eating I put my trash in the trash can. I asked the manger of Taco Bell how to get to the nearest hardware store. He said there was on right down the street off to the left.
             By the time I got to the end of the street, I thought I lost ten pounds. Really wished I would have driven. The hardware store was what looked like the biggest building in town. I walked through the front door, and was greeted by two nice people. I asked where I would find some piping, and they took me to the isle.
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