Unliving Love

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

It’s time to go home

The drive to Wes’s house was a quick one and much to Mike’s un-liking they were there before they knew it. When they pulled in to the driveway all Mike could think about was when he was there yesterday. He was only there for a short about of time but a few things he felt and saw were hard for him to explain. Just like all things paranormal he chalked it up to tricks of the mind.

“Your parents were right this place is absolutely beautiful.” Jen was in awe of the large Victorian house that had been restored to like new condition. “How can you think this place is creepy?” She unbuckled her seat belt and was out of the car before Mike had time to shut off the car.

“You didn’t see it before.” Mike was now out of the car too. “I did. It was a giant rundown creepy house that should have been dozed over.”

“Even if it was rundown it’s obvious that it didn’t need torn down. It is absolutely… I mean wow. He must have put a lot of money into it.” Jen was now making her way to the porch. She walked around it admiring the flowers before she made her way up the steps and on it. “Did he hire designers or was all this his idea?” She was cupping her hands trying to see in the window. She couldn’t see much though because the window was partially covered by a thick curtain. She turned around to say something to Mike and saw that he was still standing by the car. “What are you doing? Come unlock the door.

Mike walked up the driveway and onto the porch in silence. When he made it to the door he pulled the key out of his pocket and slowly unlocked the door.

“You are something else Mike.” Jen was watching him from her spot in front of the mirror and couldn’t help but laugh at him. “You are this big bad manly man football star, but you’re afraid of a house.”

Mike glared at her. “For starters… I’m not scared of a house. It just rubs me the wrong way. Secondly even big men are allowed to have emotions thank you very much.”

Jen smiled and walked to the door bumping him out of the way and opened it and walked in. “Wow.” When she walked in the house the first thing that she saw was a giant staircase that led to the upstairs. The first room was small, yet beautiful. The floor was shiny hardwood. In the back of the room sat a large bench that looked like it came from a fifties era park but was completely redone to look brand new, and under that was an old looking rug underneath it. To her immediate right sat an antique coat rack with a jacket and an umbrella hanging off of its hooks. “Is all this stuff real antiques or are they replicas?”

Mike bent over and picked up a pile of letters that had been slipped through the mail slot on the door. Judging by the dates they had been sitting there for a couple days because they were all dated yesterday’s date and back. He sat them on a small table that was sitting next to the stairs. “It’s a mixture. He got whatever he could find refurbished but some of it had to be replicas just because he couldn’t find the antique.” Mike walked to the set of double doors to their right and opened them up. “This way to the rest of the downstairs.” The set of doors opened to a huge rectangular room that was divided in half only by the different furniture in each section. The front section had a large couch and two old time rocking chairs that were arranged not around a TV but a large fireplace beautiful marble trim all around it that went up into a marble mantelpiece. The large room had beautiful shining hardwood floors throughout its entirety.

“This is absolutely amazing.” Jen said as she ran her fingers across the cold marble stone of the mantel.

“Yeah it is I haven’t been through the whole house since it’s been done.” Mike still stood in the doorway. “Last time I was here he was still working on the upstairs.