The Farmhand Grand

Our outstretched shadows loomed long behind us like great golems as we made our way up the drawn-out driveway before us. Unlike the impressions we were leaving in the spring soaked mire of mud, the house before us appeared lack luster. It's vinyl visage peeling away exposing its bone like brick structure beneath. The houses' windowed eyes appeared sunken, broken, and bruised as we made our way across the overgrown beard like weeds that now engulfed the length of the front porch. Side stepping the storm door Motleykiwi stepped into the living room letting out an impressive "Wow". Following after him Storytrail echoed this sentiment, saying the magic word... piano. Punching through the mouth of the house, I found myself face to face with no ordinary piano, but a baby [b]GRAND[/b] Piano, and the house didn't stop there. The stairs were the funkiest of carpeted colours I had ever seen,black and white patterned felt wallpaper lined the upstairs hallway, a single room upstairs was compltely dedicated at one point as a workshop of some sort, and in one of the bedrooms we discovered a crappy typewriter and radio. Unfortunately, it would appear as if the previous owners were the hoarding type and most of the rooms upstairs became impassable. At this time we currently do not have any history on it's previous owners other than their great taste in pianos. Be aware that it does appear as though the fields around the house are worked and that there is the foundation of a barn in the back. I encourage those brave enough to navigate the second floor to take extra care for holes. I will further update the history as it becomes available. I highly reccomend stopping in here just to see the beautiful piano if not anything else.