Behind the Scenes of "The Ten Hour Project" Setting

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In doing these behind the scenes messes, I have come to the conclusion that they are much too long, and so will be discussed in short increments. So today for the "Ten Hour Project" I will focus on the setting. It takes place in two areas, the school down in Whiteriver, and the old woman's house "up the hill." Where exactly is this place? I leave that open because it really doesn't matter. There are a lot of places off in the woods up little winding roads. Sometimes there's some almost millionaire in a mansion and other times you got a total weirdo. Needless to say it's somewhere in the pine trees.

The phrase "up the hill" refers to a twenty to thirty minute drive up the mountain from Whiteriver to get to the Casino. And from the Casino, another fifteen to thirty minute drive to get to the stores, depending on where you are going. Of course some people make it up in less than ten minutes but they're just statistics waiting to happen.

The old woman's house is a conglomeration of houses I have seen off the reservation "up the hill." Beautiful land, wide open spaces, yet trashy and hideous, especially the decor. Let's face it, a house full of glass baby dolls is freaky, that's why they made Annabelle. One area was a veritable junk yard. The research was tiring since everything was so far away, but well worth the fodder and plus I got a free ride so it was all good.

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