Finally Philip Gwin got a house on the country side. The smell of dirt and cattle hung in the air, black birds flew above him while cawing. It reminded him how he visited his grandmother when he was a small child, they fed the birds together. He looked behind at the cab which brought him here, he picked up his luggage and headed to the door. The house was made of wood and wasn't too big, but big enough for two people, so twice as much space than Phillip needed. Gwin looked down with a smile at the key of the house hanging on his necklace. He took it off and looked at his reflection in it, he looked like a mess (like always). He unlocked the door and it opened creaking, the inside of the house was dusty and covered in spiderwebs. Philip took a deep breath and walked further into the building, the longer looked around the more he understood why he got the place for such a low price. But he was sure that he could fix it, since he always has been kind of handy. He put his bags in the room which looked like it would've been the living room. Leaving his stuff there, he left the room to explore the kitchen. The floor was covered in rat feces and the window on the door that lead to the back yard was covered in bird poop, that only brought extra cleaning on his hands. Gwin opened the dirty door to let some fresh air in and went outside. He looked around the yard, it was pretty small for this location. Size was not the matter for Phil, he only needed it to plant some fruit and vegtables, it would be cheaper for him than buying it.
He sighed and looked up in the sky before going back inside. He checked the time on his smartphone, 4 PM. Secretly he hoped that he had a missed call or a text, It was something that would never have happened anyways. His friends had stopped talking with him after he had to spent most of the time taking care of his grandmother, they probably didn't even know that he had left the city. His grandmother wouldn't be able to contact him neither, since she was six feet underground. Each time when he thinks back at his beloved granny's funeral, he always remembers how there were only a few people there, even her daughter, Philip's mother, she didn't show up at all.
Gwin snapped out of the memory and shook his head before throwing his phone out of the window, why would he need it anyway, right? He went back to the living room and opened his suitcases from which he took out a couple of books and put them on an old table, Phil looked through the rest of his stuff which mainly consisted clothing and hygiene products. There was also an air matress and blanket that he took along, because there wasn't a bed in the house yet, not a good one atleast. Philip got up and dusted off his pants, when the tall man walked into the next room he hit his head against a low hanging lamp and rubbed over his head. Phil looked around the room, the only things that were there were spiders, windows and a mirror. He went over to the mirror and wiped away the dust off it with the sleeve of his shirt. He leaned over and stared at his reflection like he had a staring contest with it, not even one minute passed and he had to look away, he hated himself, especially his heterochromia irides.
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Father Of Straw
Mystery / ThrillerA young man which has always had issues with his parents, finds an new father figure to make up the mistakes he had made in his past.
