The 1985 black Chrysler rolled up the long dirt drive to the crooked old house. The old gate posed no purpose now as it hung halfway off of it's hinges all rusted and decomposed. A few of the trees along the drive were still alive but they had mostly died off now. At last the car came to a stop and the driver got out and looked up at the old house, destined for demolition. A sigh drew out as the drive stepped up to the porch and felt the wooden railing, chipped of it's paint and full of slivers. The driver looked up, it seemed as though the old house was looking back, staring and not looking away. While caught in the trance of the house the drivers phone rang, revealing a short message: "Don't take too long Jessica." Apparently the demolition crew was already on it's way. She sighed again and stepped on the steps, creaking as she made her way to the wide porch and the old door.<br/><br/>The door knob was missing, as was any other locking device, so Jessica gently pushed on the door and watched as it slowly opened to reveal the decrepit inside. The all wood flooring had holes where the termites had eaten it away and the stairs looked as though they might collapse if she were to just touch them, but she went anyways, through the door and over to the stairwell. The object of this adventure was for her to explore the old house for anything that might be valuable to her antique collection, and she was going to start on the top floor; the attic.<br/><br/>Jessica walked up the wobbling stairs and made it to the second landing, which was just one very large room with a few doors. She opened the doors, closet, bath, another closet, on the fourth door she found a very tightly enclosed stairwell, barely big enough to allow her through. "This is it." She said under her breath and started the climb up the steps, she opened the door at the top of the stairwell and found the attic, almost completely bare. A few boxes here and there but nothing more outside of layers of dust. She made her way to the boxes, avoiding weak spots in the floor, and began to open them and removing the contents that would be destroyed anyways. The contents were fairly boring to her, pictures of the family, sheets of music that weren't very rare, a few candles, and journals. She flipped open the journals, most of them fairly boring except one. A journal with a dark red leather cover with something more than journal entries. The journal was filled with ideas and plans. Jessica found this to her liking and kept the red journal, other than that nothing else interested her in the boxes so she left the attic and was again on the second landing.<br/><br/>A noise outside the house startled Jessica and she went to the window; the demolition crew had arrived. "Shit! Oh, there's nothing in this house anyway." She rushed down the stairs and had almost made it all the way but on the third step up her leg broke through and got stuck. "Dammit!" She reached down and tried to pull her leg through, tugging hard on it. After a few minutes of trial she finally got it loose with only a few minor cuts and scratches, she turned and headed for the door when out of the corner of her eye she noticed something in the step she had just crushed through. She went back and picked up the small object and found it to be rather heavy, she tugged hard and it came out with little force.<br/><br/>Jessica looked at the object and blinked a few times. She was holding the arm of a doll, a rather large, male doll. The doll was covered in dust and looked to be quite old but couldn't quite tell how old. A small smile spread across her face. This was the type of thing she had come for. She held the doll in her arm and headed out of the house, got in her car and waved to the demolition crew. With a turn of the key her car started and she left the doomed house with her new prize and headed home.