The Mystery Circus

Chapter 27

I gasped, looking up at the huge, giant, white house in front of me as the car pulled up into the long driveway. When the car came to a stop, I had already quickly unbuckled my seat belt, and was opening the car door. I shoved the door open easily, and stepped out, Caine following me and Adrian getting out the other side of the car. I gasped, staring in awe at the huge, white and beautiful house that was in front of me.

It was really awesome. It was three floors. The first floor I'm assuming having a living room, kitchen, bathroom and stuff like that all on it, the second floor probably having bedrooms and possibly another bathroom, and the third floor, maybe an attic or a master bedroom up there, I don't know, and I will never find out until I go and search around the house and explore a bit. Man, this would be a really wonderful house. I know it will. I can't imagine anything bad ever happening in this wonderful, amazing house, because, well, just look at it! It's amazing! This house is truly a house that any kid like me would dream of.

"Can we go inside?" Caine, Adrian and I asked, still staring in awe at the huge house in front of us. I bounced on my feet gingerly, excitement bubbling through my veins. This was going to be amazing! Oh, and I will be able to decorate my room however I want it! Wow! This is going to be freaking amazing!

"Sure." my dad laughed, and he pulled something out of his pocket, which happened to be the keys to the house. He grabbed them with his hands, and then tossed them over to me. I excitedly caught the keys, and took off running towards the front door. Caine and Adrian followed excitedly behind me. When we got to the door, I excitedly fumbled with the keys, shoving them into the lock, and turning the key to unlock the door.

I shoved the door open, and Caine, Adrian and I gasped at the sight that was in front of us. We were looking at the first floor, and there was a giant living room with light blue carpeting, and white painted walls. It was beautiful. My dad had had set up a giant leather couch up in front of a 60 inch flat screen TV. There were picture frames on the walls of different people. I even saw a picture of me on the wall of me in the hospital while I was in the coma. I walked over to it, Caine following. I saw a picture of Caine in his coma, too. I looked so peaceful while in my coma.

"Is this... Me?" I asked my mother and father, who were standing by the door, watching Caine, Adrian and I walk and explore the room.

"Yes." my mother said, nodding. "It was three years ago, three months after you fell into your coma. And the picture of Caine was taken a month after your father and I got together." she explained.

"Oh." I nodded, and went off to explore the closest room. I noticed a door to my right, so I walked over to it. I turned the knob, and then the door swung open. Once the door was open, it revealed a bathroom, with white tiled floor, and white walls. There was a white built in tub, with a sink across from it. There was a big mirror above the sink, with shelving beside it. In the corner of the room was a white toilet.

I exited the bathroom, and went to check out another room. I saw another room, and walked into it. It was the kitchen. The kitchen floor was a nice, tiled black and white floor, with white painted walls. It was beautiful. The counters were wooden with marble counter tops, and a bunch of drawers in the wood, and wooden cupboards above all of the marble counter tops. It was really nice, though. I looked to the other side of the kitchen where there was a dark, brown, big, wooden table with dark brown chairs around it. I smiled, and followed Caine and Adrian up the stairs to the second floor of this giant house.

The stairs had white carpet on them and were connected to the living room. I held the railing with one hand as I walked up the long stairs. When I got upstairs, I saw another pair of stairs leading up again, which was more than likely leading to the third floor. The hallway had white carpet, and the walls were white. The doors were painted black, which gave the hallway a nice look. It was very beautiful. Now this is my dream house.

I walked through one of the black doors, turning the knob and entering the room. This was a bedroom the walls were painted black, and it was a very big room, probably the master bedroom. The floor had a light gray carpet, and there was a bed positioned in the corner of the room. The bed frame was dark brown, and the comforter was dark blue. The pillow was black, and the blanket was also black. I loved it. The blanket was really fuzzy, and the pillow was a feather pillow. There were pictures of me on the wall with my mother and father.

I heard someone come into the room. I turned to see my father.

"Do you like it? We planned to make it your room. We had designed it a month ago when you were in your coma. Do you like it?" he asked me.

"Yes." I grinned. "It's wonderful." I walked over to him and hugged him.

"I love you." I mumbled.