The House

 

Chapter 2

 

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It was seven’o clock when we reached the town that the convention was to be held at. The town was lively and every one was outside. I could admit that it was beautiful out side. Especially with the bright flowers that had bloomed earlier in spring. My dad drove to the grocery store. We picked up some food for me that would at least last me a week while they were at there convention. Then it hit me I would be alone for at least a week. I felt so lonely it was like I was completely empty. I thought of all the positives to get my mind off the thought of being alone.   Being alone was one of my worst fears because I felt so vulnerable when no one was there. When we were done we drove to the house. The house was deep in the woods and it had to be at least five miles away from every thing in each direction. To me I thought that walking even one mile was cruel punishment.

 

 

 

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When we arrived it was pitch black at the house. It was huge like some mansion. It had chipped paint and spider webs all over the front side which was the only side I could see. It ran chills down my spine like there was something wrong. I did not want to tell my parents that I was scared, because then they would make me stay with some friend that lived further away and I did not want to do that.    My parents opened the door there were more cobwebs inside then there was outside. We started cleaning away most of the cobwebs and some of the dust. While my parents were getting my luggage out of the car I found a bed room to sleep in. The room looked like the size of my mom’s and dad’s master bedroom back home. I though that the room was big enough for me and my stuff. My parents came up the stairs to where I was. They said that the bed in the room would be able to hold me, so I did not have to sleep on the floor in my sleeping bag which I brought just in case. They told me that the water was okay to drink and bathe in.   They left shortly after all my stuff was in the house and my mom had fully cleaned my room.

 

 

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I put all the food in the kitchen and all the perishable food in the cooler that we had brought from home. While I was putting the last of the food away, I noticed that my mom left her cell phone for me. On the phone was a yellow sticky note which said only for emergences. Which I new that meant only if you’re half dead use. I felt an uncanny feeling of confront. It was like I was at home.  I went up the stairs and pasted a few rooms to the room I picked out earlier. I started opening my suitcases and putting things such as my toothbrush, shampoo and soap in the bathroom that was two doors on the right from my room which my room was five doors on the right from the stairs in the living room. I tried to remember this in case I got lost or something.

 

 

 

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After unpacking some of my cloths, I went back down into the Kitchen and made some dinner which was some Macaroni which I made on a hot plate that we brought from home.     It was delicious to me which would probably because this was the first cooked meal I made with a hotplate.   After I had finish I washed my plastic plate I used in the kitchen sink.  The sink was old and rusted but at least the water was fresh. I went up stairs to retrieve my camera. I had planned to take pictures of the whole house, so when I got back I could either say: It was the worst thing ever or look how cool and creepy the house I stayed in was. 

 

 

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I started to take the pictures of my room first. I went around the whole room until I got to my bed. I saw these faint marks on the wall above my bed. I went to the wall to see if the wall had chipped paint. It did not have any in fact it was perfectly smooth. I tried chip it off because it could have possibly been so weird yellow substance that had been thrown on the blue wall. I did not chip. I decided to ignore it and moved on taking pictures. I went to the room next to mine. It was smaller than mine the walls were green like grass green.  It had no bed in it all it had were books millions of them. Just my luck I was in a house with a library. I have read practically book my parents have ever gotten me, but my mom and dad do not know this because it only takes me only an hour to read a book with about one hundred to one hundred fifty pages. I usually read it when they are at work.  I did not want them to know because when they find I like something they buy a million of that one thing, so I end up hating the thing in the end.  I looked at some of the titles of the books which were so diverse it was strange. The room had books on every thing I could think of. I started to take the pictures. Then I spotted an old creepy book that did not have dust on it. It was very unusual that the book did not, because every other book did. Having no dust meant that the book had been read recently, but no one had been here since me. I picked up the book it was leather and had golden letters that said “Diary”. I opened the book and it said it belonged to Jessica. I turned the page slowly they seem to feel like they would fall out of my hand and crumble. The next page was blank. I was so disappointed.   I though I had found a good find. I decided to keep the book with me thinking that there might be more to it. I exited the room and went back into the hallway without taking any more pictures. Then I stopped to look at a painting on the wall it was of a man it had no caption on it so I had no idea who it was.