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Where The Devil Lives

When my cousins and I were children and we would come visit the house, Grandpa Rynkus would always warn us to stay away from the manhole cover at the bottom of the property. Why should we stay away? “The Devil lives in there, and you don’t want to get eaten by the Devil.” Needless to say we never really went too close.

Well, here is where the Devil lives:


Take that, Devil.

(If you are wondering, it is the sewer line junction.)