Daniel

Monica's House

Monicas house was exactly as I would imagine it would be. Apple and pear and pine and poppler trees surrounded the two story house and one looked to be in the danger of falling on it. Down the hill from where her house was located was a small pond with cattails growing on two sides of it. The house was quiet, I saw no lights on and there was not a vehicle in the driveway, not even the canopies of the trees moved in the breeze that seemed constant around here in the hills.

I took all this as a sign to enter. Nicholas was not so sure. "Man, this is breaking and entering. This is illegal," he crept along beside me as I approached the front door. My gloves suddenly felt tight and my hands sweaty. I could have responded sarcatically but I chose not to and instead said,

"I'm going in. I'll understand if you don't want to come," I said and Nicholas glared at me and shook his head.

"Like I could really just leave you here," he murmered angrily and I grinned, then started forward toward the front door.

"How are we going to get in?" Nicholas asked and I reached forward, putting my gloved hand on the doorknob. "They can't be dumb enough to leave the door unlocked," he exclaimed.

I turned my hand and the door clicked open, "Around here no one locks their doors," I said and he shook his head, probably thinking about how he too never locked his doors.

Monica didn't have any dogs to protect her house either and I found that sad. growing up without the love of an animal at your side. Unyielding and not knowing the meaning of betrayal. I sighed and looked around as I entered. I was in a shory narrow hallway lined with pictures in frames. Pictures of people of all ages and genders. There was also a big wooden cross at the end of the hallway for everyone who came in to see. That explained why Monica was on the verge of being a jesus freak.

I advanced quietly forward and came across a snoozing cat. She lay in an empty cardboard box in what appeared to be the kitchen, she was actually a very pretty orange color. I smiled at her before continuing on my way.

I walked upstairs, remembering what Monicas door had looked like in my vision. It had been open, dark brown with a small scar at the bottom.

I located it halfway down the hallway upstairs. Nicholas paused by my side and glanced at me. "This it?" He whispered and I nodded, watching as he opened the door and we stepped in together.

The room was dark and it took a moment to find a light even though I knew where it was. I stumbled over something and landed on her bed. Not the reason I would have imagined to fall onto another girls bed at night.

I reached up and turned on the lamp. Nicholas winced as it flared over the room. "Wow, super lamp." He said. I shrugged and stood up, looking around. It was exactly as I had seen it before, except a glass vase had been overturned and smashed against the floor. Hesitantly I went over to it and crouched down.

Slowly I took off my glove and glanced at Nicholas for reassurance. "I'm right here," He stepped closer and crouched beside me. I nodded and with a deep breath I layed my hand across the biggest shard...

...and was immediately thrown violently into the 'memory' of this object. Noise; Grunts and thrashing. A mans voice exclaiming ow! A foot was thrown out and connected with the vase sending it through the air and across the floor. Then it was done.

I came back with a gasp, to the pounding of my heart. That was always what I heard first. My heart. Then everything else begins coming in. I dropped the shard, where it clattered on the hardwood. A new house, not yet carpeted. Or perhaps she didn't like carpet.

I blinked to clear the fog from my eyes and explained to Nicholas what I had seen. He listened keenly until I finished where he nodded. He looked around, "So what do we do now? You haven't been able to see his face so we can't really go after him." I frowned. I knew he was right and that was what bothered me.

I sighed and stood, moving to the window sill and laying my hand on it. I only got a few...feelings, if that's what you could call them, but nothing real. I turned back to Nicholas and said "Alright, we can go."

He looked relieved, "Good, because being in someone elses house is really giving me the creeps." He shuddered and went to the door. I followed reluctantly, turning off the lamp and closing the door behind me.

We left swiftly, getting into my car. I buckled after putting my gloves back on. Nicholas did the same.

"So what are we going to do Daniel?" He asked. I shrugged and started the car, backing out of the long driveway. Nicholas knew me well. He understood that I was going to do something and I was glad he was there to help. I turned and headed along the road back to his house.

"what do you think Nicholas," I asked, turning my radio up slighly so I could hear it and tuning to the news. This time it was his turn to shrug.

I turned into his driveway and looked out the window at his house. Small, peeling paint. The sun illuminated the black scar on the side of the house where Nicholas, Me and his mom had messed with fireworks. It hadn't turned out very well but it had been a nice memory.