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As I made my way down the dark hallway, I noticed that the next room to the left was glowing
red. The door was partially shut and the sound of drums beat softly within the room. I looked in to see what was going on
but could not see anything from the crack so I opened the door a little wider. I was able to make out several objects that
lay about the room. Several old bows and broken arrows lay upon the floor broken arrowheads scattered about and spears leaned
against the walls. I could hear a chanting from across the room in a language I was unfamiliar with. As I proceeded forward
I was stopped by an old indian chief who warned me if I went any further bad things would begin to happen. He was approximately
6 1/2' tall with long grey hair that was braided from the nape of his neck down his back. He was a very odd man but he stood
telling me about how the land that Landsdowne 109 now sits on use to be an old battle ground where many wars were fought.
He told me if I would listen carefully as the sun set I would be able to hear the wolves cry in the distant but warned me
to leave because once the sun set the house would change. He told me stories of how his tribe would cut down the pin oak trees
to make spears because the wood was so hard it would not break and how his tribe would hunt for wild boar upon the land. The
stories were facinating and little by little I began to understand just what it was that drew me to Landsdowne 109, the pieces
were slowly starting to fall together. The old indian chief walked towards the window then faded off into the night. I turned
quickly and left the room never forgetting what he told me.
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