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House of The Rising Sun (inspired by)
[story inspired by the song]
The House of The Rising Sun
is occupied, but empty.
Voices are heard, laughter
echoes, and childrens cries
throughout the house.
Rosaries and potpourri scent
in the air.
Located on top of hill away
from the city, the house of the
rising sun is forgotten by the
living, but haven for runaway
ghost.
My father says that a gambler
and his family lived there
before, but lost it all when he
bet the deed to the house on
a single hand of blackjack.
My mother says the lady of the
house was a tailor, she sewed
every day while the husband
gambled their life away.
He was also a drunk, never
satisfied, beat his wife and
children, always complaining.
The children hated him and
swore never to be like their
father.
One quiet morning as the sun
was rising above the house,
the father, the gambling man
came to find an empty home.
No signs of his tailor wife or
children.
No good-bye note, or warning.
He called out to his family but
no answer, the only thing he
found was a suitcase by the
front door.
He found his clothe neatly
packed inside.
The gambling man sobbed,
cried, knowing his family was
gone; he went to his trunk
and retrieved his .45 S&W
Without hesitation, the barrel
to the temple, pulled the trigger,
and blew his brains.
The news spread like a flood in
New Orleans; the mother and
her children were never seen or
heard of again.
They lived without fear and misery,
the ball and chain died on top of
the hill where the house of the
rising sun was built.
