Sometimes rowdy teenagers dared each other to hike up the winding road and go into the house at night. They often found the door to to be locked and something -- likely the atmosphere of being alone in the dark near a creepy house seemed to repel break ins and vandalism. It was a strange house indeed.

It really was a gorgeous home. Its glory had faded much with age and weathering but the remnants of a once magnificent home still hung in the air around it.

As far as the people of the village knew, no one lived in the house. Some of the more outspoken people called to have it torn down, that it was an eye sore, but most people simply ignored it or merely did not notice it anymore.

Her home was only a short walk away from the buss top and when she reached the front door she dug in her bag for her key. She let herself into the door and fell down on the couch. She reached for her pen and a pile of stationary that lay near by. She had better get started on her reply. However, as she placed her pen on the paper, she couldn't help ( Read more... )

She knew the route well, and although on a normal day she would have been looking out the window, she still knew where she was. Her eyes reached the bottom of the page but she still stared at the paper. There was no name printed at the end of the letter, only what looked like an illegible scribble. Her fingers ran over the ink, hesitating, ( Read more... )

The words were written in a handwriting that was both elegant and almost illegible at the same time. The woman studied it for a long time with pursed lips, not at all paying attention to where the bus was going.

The sounds of the traffic all blurred into a sort of white noise and she only looked up with the bus came. Her change rattled as it fell into the container and she declined a transfer from the driver. It was only once she was settled and had sat down near the back of the bus that her expression changed. Her eyes looked down to the envelope that she ( Read more... )

The envelope was thick and it was heavy in her hands. She held it tightly in front of her chest. Her eyes were glazed and distant as she seemed to stare into the horizon. She stood on the sidewalk and the people around her continued on with their lives, jostling her and not acknowledging her at all. Along the road, everyone was equally as rushed, ( Read more... )

The cashier rushed off and came back with a brook and a dust pan. She quickly began to sweep up the remains of the dishs. The man took Lauren's hand and she helped him up and then offered her hand to the waitress. When it was confirmed that there were no injuries and the dishes were cleaned up, Lauren turned to the man.

"I didn't catch your name ( Read more... )

Lauren opened the door and the bright daylight poured into her room. She had left her key on the bed so the maid would find it later. She opened the door of her car and threw her purse on the passenger seat. She started the car and left the motel, driving back onto the road towards town. She spotted the small diner and pulled in there to grab a ( Read more... )