The Viewmont House

             
           Mayor Ansen Call of Bountiful's previous home, also known as The Viewmont House, has been a Viking legacy ever since it burned down/became a meth house/insane asylum/Ted Bundy's hideaway/polygamist ninja ring's sanctuary. Basically, it's a really old house that's laced in mystery and probably a fair amount of marijuana.

              A few weeks before the start of Senior Year, The Princess and I decided to check out this house. Ahem, "allegedly" check out this abandoned house, since that would be trespassing, which is frowned upon in society. Allegedly, The Viewmont House is awesome. From the moment we crawled in through the hole in the wall, I knew it would be amazing. After the twenty minutes it took me to get The Princess to come inside, I started exploring. It was so insanely cool. There's old graffiti, beer bottles, mice, spiders, basically everything for a perfect evening. The Princess wouldn't know, because she was standing by the door screaming about how we were going to get raped in the ABANDONED house. To her, every light was a cop car, and every sound was a rapist who'd apparently lived his life lurking inside this desolate house, waiting for two relatively attractive teenage girls to stumble into his clutches.

               The upstairs is a disheveled mess of sunken in plywood and broken glass. I was walking on rafters and crap, and meanwhile, The Princess is still crouched by the hole we came in, swearing up a storm. I have never heard that kind of language out of her before. "We've got to get the h*** out of here!" "Holy s***! What was that!?" "Get back here, you're gonna f***ing die!" "We're gonna get raped!" "Oh my gosh, is that a cop car?? Look at those lights!" Hilariously entertaining watching her freak out as I'm standing above her, sprinkling dust onto her head.

              With her nearly going into hysterics, it cut the trip shorter than I had hoped, but it was still super cool, and I'm glad we went. As soon as we were safe outside, The Princess started shrieking about how fun it was and how we need to go back. Really, girl? You just wet your pants, and now you want to go back?? Whatever. Now I've just got to go to the Catacombs (I got to go to the Cloud while filming the Harvest horror movie, Mr. Creepstone), and then I will be satisfied with my Viewmont urban legends stint.

~The Basket Case