Chapter Two

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I awoke from these memories. These memories were my own, and I regret most of them. They were recent, very recent, only a few days old, yet they seem so long ago.
Life's always been hard for us. Ever since we got married I could barely support us, and then the birth of our daughter made matters worse. Don't get me wrong I love my family, just we have little money.
The memories I sat thinking about in my rental car, as I looked out at the small two-story house that sat on a large wooded hill. The rain beating down around and on the car. Lighting flashed and thunder struck. It was only 10:58 pm.
What am I doing? I know this is for the money to help out with the bills, but maybe I shouldn't have come. Just leaving like I did was the worst thing to do, and yet here I am, sitting in my rental car looking at the house, I think to myself, damnit, James Wilson, get ahold of yourself! Think about the bills that could be paid from this! We could survive another week! We can do this! I think getting out of the car and grabbing my camera and bag of clothing, this job will only need a day and were done. I can do this.
I quickly make my way to the house, and up the steps to the door. I quickly unlock it and step inside. The door closes behind me.
"Darn wind. Nearly killed me," I say out loud, as I set my bag down and looked all around the house.
I found that the houses two floors were rather small. The upstairs only had two rooms and a bath, while the down stairs only had a kitchen, a living room, and a dinning room. In the kitchen had a trap door leading down to the basement. Now, the basement was rather large for such a small house. Roughly the size of three bedrooms.
Why does a small house need such a big basement? I questioned.
By the time I finished looking I had found a room I wanted to sleep in. I decided to sleep in the living room. The living room seemed to have the most activity. The living room was small and bare. The walls wood and smelled of mold. The floor was also wood that had rotten in some places, but we still usable place to sleep. In the middle of the room layed a brown, dusty, old couch. The couch smelled fresh and clean, but didnt appear that way based on looks. "I might as well get set up," I said dusting the couch off and getting the camera ready.
The time was 11:48pm.

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