Jennifer's Nightmare (unfinished)

Chapter 3

I lived there for about three weeks until my uncle decided we had enough money to look for a small house. In San Francisco, to own a house is expensive, so he decided that we were going to move out of the state of California. He found the perfect three-story house on a big piece of farming land with lots of woods in the middle of no where in Bearmouth, Montana. The city is basically abandoned now, but the house there seemed so perfect. It had four bedrooms, three bathrooms, an attic and a basement, and it was on so many acres of land surrounded by woods. The house was the perfect price too. I was so happy to just get away from everyone and everything, so I was more than excited to move. I was also ready to have my own bedroom. I haven't slept in a real bed in 4 years.

We packed up everything and drove for 1,110 miles to Bearmouth from San Francisco. We pulled up on a Sunday morning in June around 10:00 AM to this beautiful white house on this huge piece of land. The driveway was outstanding. It was a gravel driveway with trees on each side. It had one big beautiful oak tree off to the side of the house with a tire swing on one branch. The house had a beautiful wooden porch with three oId white wooden rocking chairs. I got out the truck before it was even completely stopped. Uncle Ford tossed me the house keys and I ran and unlocked the front door. I walked inside and saw a huge brick fireplace. I walked up the main staircase and I saw the bedroom I wanted. There was a balcony right outside where I could go to get away from everything and I could draw up there.

The only pieces of furniture in my new room were an old desk and a bed with a frame. The desk was a dark coffee brown with two small wooden drawers and the bed frame was simply rusty metal with an old white mattress with many yellow and a few brown stains on it. The wallpaper on the walls had pastel pink flowers on them. It looked very old because it was peeling up in many spots throughout the room. The curtains over the windows were a white lace.

The desk wasn't very appealing to my taste so I wanted all new furniture in my new room. I went over to move the desk but it just wouldn't budge. I called my uncle Ford upstairs and he got on one side and I got on the other. We tried lifting, pushing, and pulling but nothing. That's when Uncle Ford noticed something. He got down on the floor by the desk legs and hit it with his hand to see if it would budge. It wouldn't. He saw the head of a metal nail going into the leg of the desk and into the wooden floor. He told me to wait there in my room.

He came back in about five minutes later with a hammer in his hand. He knelt down and used the back end of the hammer and put the end around the nail. It took two good tugs and the nail came loose. Uncle Ford went flying backward and so did the nail. He wiped some small droplets of sweat from his forehead and let out a big breath of air. He scratched the back of his neck and went over by the other desk leg in the front. Again, two good tugs and it was loose.

Once he got all the nails loose he was able to push the desk without any problems. With the desk out of the way we were able to see the floor.

"There was a reason this desk was nailed down," he said as he pointed to a small, sealed carving into the floor. The carving was some sort of secret door underneath my room, but the laundry room was underneath here. Why would someone seal this off? We walked downstairs straight under my room and into the laundry room. We looked all over the ceiling for some type of door or latch. Absolutely nothing. We went back up and checked a second time to make sure. Of course, again, nothing.

"I don't want you opening or going down this door for anything! You hear me? I don't know what is down there and I want to be the one to figure that out, not you. You let me search there first before you even think about opening that!" He sternly stated as he grabbed a small, white blanket and pillow for me. He handed me the pillow and blanket, "Tonight, I want you sleeping on the couch."