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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12th August 1981
Haha, I never realized how I began getting used to this dirty house's environment. It's concerning behavior. It's been a week now, nothing really interesting happened this week, except the divorce papers. I decided to keep them inside a safe file in my vanity drawer, I don't know why. I felt like a child solving a made up detective story haha. Haha.
My neighbors have began to eye me down now. They watch me go to the lonesome house. I think they're afraid of me, they even rejected the cookies I made this week for them, I overheard Mrs.Frett talking about how my dresses reeked of the smell of blood from the laundry. How, rude? I didn't like the way she talked about me, but rumors are rumors. I don't really care.
I at first, felt bad and concerned myself for visiting that house, until last night. My husband asked me a strange question
"Have you been visiting that lonesome house at the end of the colony?" I gulped.
What should I say? Uh oh. What if he get's mad too, did he notice me? Oh no, oh what do I do.
He smiles, the most beautiful smile, ah my heart is melting
"It's alright, You are a nice woman after all, the dog caught your eye aye? Haha, If you love the house so much, why don't you record what you do in there? Show it to me every evening?" He says
What a peculiar response, but my heart lights up with joy, This is odd however, but I didn't care. My husband understands my interests! Oh what a lucky woman I am, to find a man who gives me so much freedom! How stunning.
"Of course darling!, I can record whatever you want!, But how exactly?" I ask
He hands me over a camera, he said his father used the same camera for investigations not long ago, when he retired he gave it to him, it had that vintage feel and look, sleek and peak. I liked it, with a joyous smile I took the mechanical part in my hands, and happily skipped off to get another piece of meat loaf for my husband. What a good day it was!
There were a few files in the camera library, but he restricted me from opening them. I understood and listened. I'm an obedient wife, I'm a good one.
Then came Sunday, the last day of the Week, my husband had left for some official party, he said he'll be back late at night. I waved him goodbye in the morning and hopped off to the house. With the camera, I clicked loads of pictures, and I recorded several videos. I made sure to capture every little detail, after all my husband was keen to see it!
