this place is like a haunted house

As I slither around the site, currently 0 users and 1 guest online, the emptiness is eary, the race suits are still hanging, seemingly a spirit in them, but I am too afraid to look. Workbenches dusty tools still skattered, the breakfast dishes left, dried up tea, a hardened stain half way up the cup, the chairs turned to let someone out but not back. a post half typed, scooter parts, helmets and other toys lay around, photos of races, runs and tours, card games from volcano to volcano. Passion and life that was, apparent at every click . An old aquarium lay empty, green, squeletons randomly spread about the dirty stone floor. The grounds person must have felt like this as the lights at Eden Park were turned off in the wee hours of Monday morning, the noise silenced, alone not a soul about, with only thoughts of what was, the death of a website..