It's a blur, she can't understand well, memories of her younger days hit her.
She's feeling a bit dirty, washing away old stains
She's feeling a bit confused, who is "she."?
He's not sorry, he never was.
He's exposed, she is so smart
She's done the...
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7th August 1981
Recapping the month's visits, each day there was something different that I discovered. Today I'll write about day 2 in my report. Today when I entered the house, it seemed more welcoming then yesterday. And the puppy that would run around the porch, now it was sleeping in the dusty old kitchen. Following my instincts. I went inside the confined space.
The kitchen was small, and filthy. It smelled of rotten milk and meat. I thought maybe I should clean it up a bit? I mean, common now, I am visiting the place, so at least make it a bit live-able am I right.
I found something really odd in the drawers right below the sink. When I was dusting the windows I saw it. A file full of papers and then I decided to sit down and open it.
"Did this belong to your master before?" I asked the puppy now laying on its back and demanding belly rubs.
Shamelessly I opened the file, to notice a lot of miss-placed papers, divorce files.. a record of customers. How freaky.
The divorce paper only had one signature on it, and that was some odd name I couldn't quite make out. But I think it said Ben? Like in Ben Margaret? The previous owner of this house? I didn't quite know much about him but the name felt familiar like I had some sort of relation with it. The customer list consisted of a lot of names, there was also a name of a girl just like mine it said "Grace: Special order" haha, how cute. But the divorce papers sure did look a bit saddening. I cleaned the kitchen with all the might I had, only to discover more and more as I cleaned.
A bunch of huge knives, maybe because they were butchers in the past, but I don't think it's safe to leave such weapons around. Specially in a family residing valley. Oddly every time I cleaned each aspect of the kitchen my brain would hurt. Like a Déjà vu feeling you know? It was getting so overwhelmed to a point I had to walk out of the house. And I did once I was done with the kitchen, evening has already hit. I should rush home before my husband comes back.
