My Strange San Marcos Home

My life

Moving to San Marcos, Texas from LA, California was a struggle. Different food, different schools, and different people. I live by myself and travel after my mom got remarried. I have traveled to six different states searching for a permanent home on the outskirts of the U.S. I still have not found a place to call home, but I hope I will find it soon. My name is Evelyn and I'm going to tell you a story about my strange San Marcos home.

I go to new high schools, and I despise being the new girl. Just this year and then I'm out of high school's hair. I signed up for different school activities in each school I go to so I could get a scholarship to at least one college. Something happened right after I tried out for the after-school AP debate team.

"...And that's why I think Abraham Lincoln should've been the 6th president instead of the 16th." Avery said in an incisive tone.

"Thank you, Avery. Next up is Evelyn Meyers." said the head of the debate team.

The sweat of my palms starts to drip onto the ground, my insides feel like they're going to crawl out of my mouth. I know it's disgusting but it's what I was feeling when they called my name.

"Evelyn Meyers? You here?" They called.

I finally stood up and walked towards the center of the room. Everyone was staring at me. Their eyes followed me wherever I walked, like they were judging me on, well, EVERYTHING!

Once I got to the middle of the room, I started talking about why turtles shouldn't be held captive in zoos or aquariums. If someone else proves that they should be held captive, I lose and I won't be a part of the debate team.

"And that's why turtles should be set free into their natural habitat." I said

I was getting ready to jump up and down in then suddenly everything started shaking. I heard someone yell "EARTHQUAKE". I knew it wasn't, considering I used to live in California. I became suspicious of this, but I just moved on with my day, not knowing what would happen.

Over the years I saved up money to buy a house. Today will be that day that I get my first house. It will be my San Marcos home. I was thrilled. The energy coursed through my veins as I walked inside the house.

"Welcome home." The realtor said as he dropped the keys into my hands.

"Thank you, Rob, for selling me this beautiful house. Sure, it needs a little bit of work, but I can manage."

"No problem. But there is, one, problem. They say that this place has been acting quite strange ever since 2001 when the twin towers collapsed. They say that maybe the twin towers collapsing woke up the house and it has been awake waiting for their next victim."

"Come on Rob. Don't tell me you believe in that tomfoolery." I said, considering this strange tale.

"I'm just warning you of the tales this town believes." Rob said, sounding quite scared of this San Marcos home.

"Ok, I got to finish some homework, I will see you tomorrow morning."

It's been a few weeks since I got my San Marcos home. I've done some tidying up and I finally found something strange.

While I was putting up my coral-colored curtains up, I heard a sneeze. I thought it was just the rusty air conditioner, but it happened the second time and everybody else in the neighborhood heard too, so I knew it wasn't my air conditioner.

Everybody came out of their home to see what the giant sneeze was. They all figured it came from my house since they've been warned about the legend when they moved into the neighborhood.

"Does anybody know this person and why did they move into "this" house." one neighbor said to the next.

"Hi I'm Evelyn. I just moved from California." I said in my nice voice.

"For someone who moved here from California, you sure sound southern." my other neighbor said to me.

"Well, that's because I was born and raised in Dallas." I said

"Well, it's nice to meet you. I'm Doris Grey. Now where are your parental units?" Doris said in a sweet southern accent like mine.

"Oh, I'm by myself."

"Well, how did you buy this house? You had to have had someone to help you." another neighbor named Phil said.

"I have been saving up ever since I left that awful household."

"Well, be careful in that house." Doris said.

"I will." I said in my regular voice.

It's been a few months since I moved in, and things just got weirder and weirder. I was 'sitting on my porch one evening night and I heard something come from the house. Knowing what had happened last time, I stood and went to see what the noise was.

I walked inside and stared at it in utter shock. I walked and all my stuff was re-arranged. My curtains were on the bar, my bed sheets were on the couch, and the couch was flipped upside-down.

The next week something similar happened. I was just getting back from my job at Uptown Moneymaker's, and I came to the trashiest home in the entire state of Texas. It took me three days to clean it.

It's been a few years since I moved in. All the crazy things have cooled down. Weirdly, they slowed down after Rob got sick. Rob told me that whatever he said to people in the neighborhood was a lie. It's been him

He was stalking me waiting for me to leave the house and went in after I left. All those years I spent fearing my home, it was him. After I tended to him for a few weeks, I cut off all communication.

After that my San Marcos home was back to where it belonged.

That was the first part and sadly only part to this story. Hope you enjoyed:)