I was in the dinning room which was right off of the living room and the kitchen. It looked different then how we had it. There were no boxes scatter everywhere and the furniture was different. Nothing in this room like familiar to me, it was like this was no longer my house.
There was an old vintage looking dinning table in the middle of the room that was surround by chairs with a black table cloth on top of it. The walls were painted black and red and there was a black damask patterned carpet in the middle of the hard wood floors.
I was standing so I was facing out the window with my back towards the two doors that lead into the room. The windows had a black lace curtain hanging off of them. Through the window I could tell it was nighttime and I couldn't see much past the forth porch that the window over looked. Which was odd because it we usually had the porch lights on.
The house was silent. The type of silent that had me on edge before but now I felt a comfort in it. It was like this was how it was all suppose to be. I could hear soft footsteps approaching the room. I could hear the gently click of a stiletto heels as they moved against the wood floors. The sound was getting closer to me and until heard them stop right behind me. I felt like I couldn't move but also like if I could I didn't want to. Arm wrap around my waist and I could see black paint nails on porcine white skin with lost soul scrawled across the knuckles.
Bang!
I heard a loud noise that snap me from my sleep and cause me to jump up from the couch. This was the third day of us living here and my last day off of work. I had finish unpacking a few hours ago and decided to lay down for a bit before starting dinner and I must of fell asleep.
I was rushing into the kitchen to see what the noise was and I noticed that one of the cupboard had open and a bunch of the pans had fell out and onto the floor. I let out a sigh seeing the mess. It had been quiet around here since the incident in the living room the other day. And to think we had just fully had cleaned that up.We had never figure out what happen and we both decided just to let it go and I guess I'm going to do the same with this.
I bent down and started to clean up the pans that had fallen and put them back where they should of been.
After I was done I took a look at the time and decide I should probably start dinner now. For the last little while all we have had was taken out or anything that took little to no effort. I was disappointed that our barbecue was still in our storage unit. I haven't gotten to use it in months and I was dying too.
I wasn't the best cook in the world but I could make somethings so I choose to stick to simple things, like pasta. This way there was little to no chance of me setting our house on fire. I know Angelo was still uncomfortable when I cooked since the time I started a mini fire in our apartment trying to make toast.It wasn't really my fault, I personal like to blame the toaster for it but no one else does. Anyways when it came to things like this Angelo was always a better cook then me that was why I usually stuck to barbecuing.
I was almost done making dinner when I heard the front door open. "Chris?" I heard Angelo call.
"In here." I yelled back at him and I heard him wake towards the kitchen.
"Should I be scared? Is there going to be a fire?" He ask fearfully before he even walk into the kitchen and I roll my eyes with a laugh.
"Are you not going to even give me a chance." I said with a laugh as I watch him slowly walk into the room.
"You set a toaster on fire. Am I going to get food poisoning?" He ask walking over to see what I was making and I wrap my arms around his waist.
"Come on give my cooking a chance." I said with a laugh and giving him a kiss. "I finish moving everything in today."
"I can see that. We need to go furniture shopping though. The house still looks so bare" He said excitedly.
"We can go whenever you want to baby." I said as I started to plate our food. "Come on let's go eat." I said pulling him towards the table.
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The next morning i was rushing around looking for my shoes and my keys. Today was the first day I had to go back to work and I was planning on being on time but it didn't seem like that was happening today.
"Babe have you seen my shoes and keys." I called up the stairs at him as he finished getting dressed.
"Weren't they by the stairs last night?" He ask as he made his way down the stairs.
"That is where I left them." I said in disbelief towards the situation. I walk around the corner into the dinning room, which I had check multiple times already. I stop dead in my tracks seeing both my shoes and my keys by the wall at the door. "What the fuck." I mumble to myself as I pick my keys up and slip my shoes on.
"Did you find them?" I heard Angelo call from where he was by the front door.
"Ya. I must of walk by them before." I said shaking my head as I made myself back over to the front door. "I really did have to go now though before I'm late." I bent over to give him a quick kiss before walking out the door.
I swear this house keeps getting stranger by the day.
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Hauntingly Seductive | Angeless [C]
ParanormalNew house, fresh start. This was what Chris and Angelo plan when they decided to start looking for a more relaxing place to live that was out of the city. Some deals are to good to be true though. They find the perfect house with the perfect price a...