You looked up at the tall, intimidating structure before you. You seemed too afraid to consider it a house.

The wind flew past your face, your hair billowing with its movement. The old fashioned house sat in front of you, frozen in another time period. One that was not familiar to you.

Your optics moved towards your car with boxes that were awaiting to be moved into their new home. Prepared to replace what was once there. The metal keys swung around your finger as you looked at the property that would now be yours for the rest of your life. Besides, it was close to work.

You also looked at the overgrown fauna in the front yard. The house definitely needed renovations. You would like some help, but the only other house was across the street and no one lived there.

Finally, you took your first few steps forward into the porch, with each wooden step creaking underneath your feet. You looked at the white oak door, glancing at the split wood that looked sharp enough to cause more than just splinters.

You sighed and fumbled with your keys. As your gaze remained down, you felt a looming presence had set upon you, like the house itself would swallow you whole if you took any longer. Your paranoia grew as did the numerous gazes of the non-existent eyes. Your eyes darted around, wanting to spot someone. All it settled on was a window that seemed to connected to the room on the side of the house.

It was open, the glass cracked, as the ragged pastel blue curtains billowed in the wind. The ends were torn from years of decay and you curiously made your way over.

The dim sunlight shined in on the room, giving you a view. The room had a bedstand near another window with a large oak dresser next to it. A large mirror was attached to it, covered in dust that had settled from years of abandonment. The carpet seemed moldy and wet and stunk of rotten eggs. Wallpaper peeled off the sheet rock and had turned brown at the ends.

Ignoring the door, you carefully climbed in and used your hands to find the light switch among the walls. You felt the plastic switch and flicked it up and down. The lightbulb on the ceiling flickered before turning on, blinking every so often.

You smiled a bit at that but a small squeal escaped you when the window shutter fell. You glanced towards it and frowned before moving to the door of the room, opening it slowly.

It opened up to a long hallway, almost in perfect condition, aside from the darkness. The blue carpet softened below your feet and you smiled softly, wondering if the rest of the house had been well kept.

You trailed your hand across the white wall and  walked into a living room, a dark blue couch in front of a large old fashioned TV screen. You smiled once again and sat on it, noticing the dust wasn't as prominent.

You had noticed the stairs next to you and out of your peripheral vision, you noticed a figure just barely. You looked over slowly but nothing stood out. You seemed to shrug it off, like you did with the stories the real estate agent told you.

Leaning back in the couch, you relaxed and thought up of some renovations.

The figure continued to watch from upstairs.

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