Immaculate

Mr Blackbourne's House

Hope you like this one. It'll pick up again soon, it's slow for a moment and I kinda feel sorry for Sang at the moment. She's a bit like Dr Green's soda bottle but I have plans for that. ;)

Part Thirty

Sang's POV

Mr Blackbourne's house was a contradiction. The outside was an unassuming, completely forgettable three story terraced brick house in a well off area.

The perfection that he attained to in his appearance and manner was reflected in the interior. From the moment I stepped through the door I had the uneasy feeling that I should levitate incase I upset the balance and order of the place.

The floors in the entrance hall were dark grey and white tiles that carried on through into a room to the left. In front of me was a sweeping staircase that curved round as it climbed just as Dr Green had said.

There was an oak table to one side of the hall that had a drawer in the front and nothing else on it. A gilt edged mirror sat on the wall above it. On the other side of the hall was a black metal ornate seat with cream cushions that looked as if they had never had a bottom sitting on them. I slid my shoes off automatically and pushed them into the corner to try and hide them.

Mr Blackbourne had opened the door for me and then had gone back to the van to help the others, he had told me to go on in and make myself at home. I tiptoed forwards peering into the room on my right, but I could only make out the back of a dove grey sofa that looked towards an oak surround fireplace. I looked to the other side and saw a formal dining room that had a table big enough to seat ten easily. It was a dark, heavy looking table and the chairs that I could see matched it. I crept forwards slightly still on my toes; either side of the stairs were two more doors, one was closed and the other was open and revealed the start of a monochromatic kitchen.

Dr Green's place had felt unlived in, clinical somehow, this house felt like it was empty, as if it were poised ready for someone to come and live in it, but no one ever did. There were no signs of anything personal that I could see, there were no pictures on these walls, no flowers in vases, no ornaments or nick nacks, nothing to give away who lived here. I could imagine that I had opened up one of those magazines on interior design and stepped straight into a photograph of one. I felt sad, the house made me feel sad.

"Out of the way, Pookie!" Dr Green called from behind me.

I turned and slid on the floor slightly as I tried to move out of his way. He was carrying a heavy box in through the door.

"I can help!" I said as he crossed straight to the stairs and started up them. I had done nothing the other end and felt as if I was useless.

"Come on up then, you can start unpacking this box in my new study!" he called down to me.

I followed him up, my eyes going everywhere as I climbed the circular wooden steps. The outside wall that it climbed beside held an opaque window level with the second floor and it gave enough light to make the staircase feel airy and light. I stopped briefly at the second floor; the staircase lead onto a corridor that had five doors set off from it, all facing the front of the house. I realised that whoever had designed the interior of the house, the staircase was the main feature and took up most of the central part of the house.

"Keep climbing, Pookie, he's shoved me in the attic," Dr Green called down to me and I saw he was half way up the next curve. I slid my hand onto the wooden rail and realised what he meant about it being a fantastic banister to slide down. It was completely uninterrupted from the very top to the very bottom and I felt a slice of excitement at trying to slide right down. I stamped it down and carried on up the stairs.