The end of Linton Street. Filmed in 2008 as the Haunted House was pulled down. I was the last occupant of the 12 bedroom house before it was converted to a work space. On the last night (there was no electricity at this stage) my room door was kicked in by a druggie looking for tools to steal. He made some story about looking for a mate then took a shit upstairs. I recognised him during the PTSD. He'd been sneaking for months, but having 12 bedrooms, you never knew who lived in the place
