Drew Connolly. The only salesman at Rolling Springs neighborhood. Every house is the same. Piece by piece of grass is the exact place as the next. All the doors are the same, even the doorknobs are. But yet, Rolling Springs was different. It felt empty, but every house was populated.
So Drew went up to the first door of the neighborhood, knocked and the owner showed up. It was an old lady, long dress, and a t-shirt. "Hello what are you doing here at this time of day?" She asked. "Would you like to buy a new water cooler?" Drew asked. The old lady closed to door on him. odd and rude Drew thought. So he went to the next house, knocked on the door, and another old lady showed up. Long dress and t-shirt. "Hello what are you doing here at this time of day?" She asked.
"Uh.. Would you like to buy a new water cooler?" Drew asked. The old lady closed the door once again. But Drew went on to the next house hoping it wouldn't be as strange as the others. He knocked and the same old lady appeared and asked the same thing. He answered the same thing and the lady closed the door.
But then Drew went up to the next house. This time a younger lady with a t-shirt and a long dress showed up. "Run!" She answered.

Nobody knows what happened to Drew after that, he never was seen again. But there was a rumor that Rolling Springs was never a neighborhood. There was never the same houses. There was only one living person, and only one house.

I made this up a while ago when I was horribly bored. I hope you enjoyed my little, strange, story:)
~Cooly~

very nice ;)

Whoa, kinda scary. Though I sort of don't get it, lol. But it is interesting, and I like it. :)

Oh, I like it!

Yeah.. It's based off this riddle my friend made up. I write alot. Me and my friend call ourselves "The Treehouse Publications" becuz we write stories and give them to our school for entertainment and we write them in our tree house. :)