A mother. A father. A child.

Act I (i): "It may seem a bit suspicious."

7th September 1981




I'm Grace J. A woman living alone with her husband. I have never had the issue of anything, from a beautiful body given to me, I am not insecure. 

Not long ago, my husband and I moved to another colony for his work. I don't mind, my husband is always right. I do what I'm asked, I do what I want. But it's all repetitive. It's all a small cycle that repeats everyday.

Every morning I wake up, kiss my husband and leave to the kitchen. I've never hated being a house-woman. A house is a best place to work at, isn't it? I wash the dishes, the stains take awhile to come out, maybe because they have been left idle for too long. The water runs down the tap, like clear glycerin. It runs over the dirty dishes which are stained, similar to cleaning one's dirty deeds. I make breakfast for him, he loves bacon and eggs. 

The only time when I get to know more is when he leaves to work.

It hasn't been long since we came here, only around a week, my husband encourages me to bake condiments for our neighbors. He claims it helps us in order to gain more friendship and trust from others, and I never disagree. 

Although there is this one house I am quite often keen about, it's a house lonesome from the colony of other houses, some say it was meant to be renovated and to be formed into a new colony, but the builders never got an approval from the original owners of the house.

They would always chant how the house was suspicious and an awful smell came from it, to their surprise it was an old house that belonged to the Margaret's, former butchers to the village.

Although now there is no sign of the Margaret's now though, it seems like they were just the past. The house though old and worn-down, actually is quite pretty to look at, for some reason I don't understand but I feel at home. It may seem a bit suspicious, but to me it didn't. There's broken down windows and torn doors, everything is withered down. 

When I first arrived to PlainVille Valley, I thought someone actually did reside in the house, considering a pet dog that would often run outside to the porch. It was odd to think someone lived in that house anyway, but I was sure of it. Around 2 'o' clock, sharp. I had finished baking some cinnamon and pumpkin spiced cookies. It was the month of fall. I don't know what happened to me, like my body moved with a mind of it own. I walked towards the house with the freshly baked knubs. Expecting a warm hand to accept them, but to be greeted by none.

The house despite looking severely worn out from the outside wasn't all that bad from the inside. It wasn't as bad as I had expected, haha. 

It did have the foul smell the others of spoke off, however the pumpkin spiced cookies nullified it. Something about the entire household felt known to me, like every part and every nook and cranny. Maybe I had seen it on T.V before? Or maybe my mind was just a bit confused, I mean the layout looked so similar to me and my husband's house!.

There were a lot of papers. I think, I didn't stay in there for long. It just didn't feel right to stay in someone else's house without their consent. Did it now?. Yes I'm in full state of mind no one lives there, yes I am. But still, a property that wasn't mine, had no right. 

I still don't know why I went there, why I went inside the house. I had no purpose to. Was I curious perhaps? Possibly I was curious. 

This was a month back, when I first witnessed the house and went inside. I thought I'd only do it once. But I did it again, and again and again. For the entire month as soon as my husband would leave I would go inside the house and look around, it felt all too familiar. Maybe the odd feeling of a home was what made me go there again and again. But I had a house, why would I go to another place in need for a home. 

Maybe it was because I didn't feel alone?

But no one resided in the house.