双语故事 荒野小屋(2)

　　That being said, I shall relate the story of my friend on the CC run, and the subsequent discovery made by myself and some intrepid companions one day...

　　Her name was Candy, and she was on the CC team. She was hardly the star member, and would, unfortunately, often find herself running alone. That never dampened her spirits, however, and she remained on the team doing her part. One day, when as usual the pack had left her far behind, she found herself alone as she trudged up the hill towards the old house. Glancing up, she saw someone walk past an upstairs window. She thought nothing of it, of course, assuming it was the farmer. It didn't dawn on her until later that his truck was not in its usual place in front of the house.

　　She told this to her circle of friends, and some of us decided to check the place out the following day （which was, fortunately, a Saturday）。 So, we met in the field at noon and tromped off to explore. What we found there was the typical old falling-apart farmhouse. Empty rooms （except for the equipment and such）， creaky floorboards, and piles of wet shattered plaster, beer bottles, graffiti, and cigarette butts. Then we rounded the corner from the old living room to go upstairs, and each of us stopped dead in our tracks....