Timeless Lovers

Chapter 8

JOHN

I didn't realise how weird it would be until now. I mean- first off she might not actually be living there. It might be this random seventy year old pensioner with twenty cats living in there. You never know. Even if Gabrielle is living in that house, what do I say when she opens the door? 'Oh just happened to drop by, definitely didn't know where you lived. Just happened to stumble across this place and I saw you walk into this house.'. That definitely doesn't sound like I'm some creepy stalker or anything. Not only will I be convicted for murder by the police but also being a stalker.

I walk along her smooth steps and try to get the courage to knock on the door. I bang on it several times and wait a few minutes. No answer. The lights don't seem to be on so I think that no one is home. I do acknowledge that there is a window slightly open. Do I open it and go through it? On the one hand, I might be in and out before she could know it. On the other hand, she could come back while I'm in the house and then how will I escape? I mean, what more can I lose? I open the window as much as I can and hop into the house. Honestly, these days I'm becoming such a rebel.

The house has a vintage tone to it. It's like I've stepped back into the 1910s without going back into the alleyway. Even her clock was a grandfather clock. Everything had a warm cream tone to it. It had modern things in it like a tv although- apart from that- nothing had changed. Everything just felt nostalgic. All of the items belonged in a pawnshop. The floor was made of brown floor boards that everytime you walked on them it had a piercing creaking noise.

I made my way up the stairs and this was the creepiest bit. Upon this unsaturated yellow and white wall paper were pictures of Gabrielle's descendants. Well, supposedly. For all I know she could be immortal. Or a time traveller. I examine these pictures trying to see if one of them had a different feature (they didn't). The pictures were placed in timeline order of how old they were from oldest to newest. Well, if I didn't know that this was Gabrielle's place, it definitely is now.

I then make my way all the way up the stairs to enter her bedroom. That sounded less perverted in my head. I opened one of her jewellery boxes and found a bunch of different watches from different time periods. Some of them were pocket watches and others were just regular ones. I then decide to investigate her clothes because if she has got all of these old watches and photos then she might have something old in her closet. I open the door and there are a bunch of garments from different time periods. Okay, now I'm definitely confused. Does she just keep her clothes from all of her descendants or does these all belong to her? I thought entering her house would bring me more answers than questions but, I feel like that it's screwed my perception up even more. By the way, you may think that this is breaking and entering. But I haven't broken anything yet so I would like to call this just paying a visit. Or entering. It could be that too.

Suddenly, I felt this cold thing hit the back of my head. I couldn't feel any pain but I felt my body go numb and relax so much that my eyes closed slowly into a resting position. All I could hear was this ringing noise in my ear and everything went pitch black.

The moment I gained consciousness I was trapped in what I think was a very small container. I didn't really know because it was pitch black. I was obviously being moved though because it was very bumpy in there which made me feel very nauseous. The only thing I knew was my hands and feet were tied together. I tried to cut it open with my teeth; however, it was made from this strong plastic material which wasn't budging. My only hope was if I could open the container. I tried wiggling about to see if there was some hidden compartment which would store something useful or if there was something around me but- like my hope- there was nothing. I just had to sit about and hope that there would eventually be light to this situation.