Leaving aside the aspect of this building (indeed, it looks like a bombed school), I feel that the coincidence is too big. What were the odds to find such a tear-down only two days after you wrote the 50 word story? Perhaps more research will reveal the hidden corpses. Just saying... 🙂

I totally understand what you are saying about kids growing up. Mine are just obnoxious toddlers but they grow up too fast. I keep remember the days when I could cuddle them and no hands were pushing me away. I can only imagine how they will be at 17.
But we, the Romanians, have a saying: thanks God they are healthy and happy. This is the most important thing.