Sad and weird

This isn't a Paris-related post, but I want to share it anyway.

Apparently there was a murder spree at a bed and breakfast in Maine over the weekend. A horrible, evil, sick man killed and dismembered four people. One was the target (it's not clear why yet) and the other three were just in the way. Oh, and he also killed three Labrador retrievers.

The thing is... I spent a week alone at that bed and breakfast in 1999. This was when it was under different ownership (good thing, because the new owner was one of the people killed). The old owners's daughter worked with a friend of mine, and they needed a housesitter for two weeks, so as I recall, my friend did one week and I did another, and on the weekend in between, J came up and we spent a lovely time together. There was an old white little dog to watch, and also a hot tub at the end of a long deck, where you could sit under the stars at night. I had just gotten my dad's old camera (this was just before I went to Japan) and spent my time there trying it out and getting used to the settings. We have some great photos of us on a rocky island in the middle of the creek that ran by the bed and breakfast.

It's horrible regardless, but knowing the place makes it creepy, too.