What's In The House?...

The Move

Looking up at the old house that was now home,I noted on doing a couple things to make it look more alive.Like for instance,painting the shutters again.Paint was peeling from all corners of the house and made it look all worn down.

Not that it wasn't...

"Sweetie...the boxes won't get in the house by themselves you know.."my mom says,breaking my trance.

"Oh yeah,sorry."I apologize,immediately heading towards the car and pulling out a fairly large box.

Bailey's room

Well,I better go pick a room so I can set this box down.Heading towards the front door,I looked up at the shutter's one last time and shake my head.They really need to get painted.

Opening the creaking door,I look around and notice I was standing in the dining room.The room was painted a dark purple with some left over paintings on the walls.The first one was a portrait of an older woman,looking as if she was from the Victorian age.

The next painting was of a young boy and a young girl,holding hands as they walked off into the sunset.Getting closer to the paintings,I notice a cursive signature at the bottom of the canvas.

Martin Kramer

That was the original man who owned the home before my family bought it.Wow,didn't take him as the type of man to paint.

Stepping out of the dining room,I emerge into the kitchen next and observe my surroundings.The kitchen was modeled as a modern looking living area,except a old portrait that was hanging right above the sink.

Why doesn't mom take these down?...

"Mom,why don't you take these paintings down?"I ask her as she sets down a tub and looks at the painting.

"I've tried,it seems they're plastered to the wall of some sort .Even your father can't get them off. They're all over the house,in every room there's one."She explains,unloading food and stuffing it  in to the fridge.

I just nod to myself and stare at the picture again. This one had a little girl playing with what I'm assuming is her dog out in a woody area.

Grabbing my box again,I head up the creaky stairs,lugging the box on my hip. Finally,reaching the top,I look down the hall and find five more pictures on the walls.

I sure hope there's none in the room I'm going to choose..

I open the first door on the right and a blast of cedar scented furniture comes blasting out of the vacant room. Taking a look inside,I notice that this room had yet another painting,but it wasn't as childish as the rest downstairs and in the hall. This one was a blood red with black claw marks scratching down the middle.

Da fauq?...

Ignoring the painting I looked around the rest of the room. The walls were painted a reddish maroon,with exotic flower wallpaper longing the upper part of the wall. To the left side sat a bed with a frame,on the back wall was a canvas with an unfinished painting and to the right was a desk.

Checking out the canvas first,I took a step closer to get a better look at what was started. The start of an eye was staring back at me,making me feel at unease.

Turning my back to it,I head over to the desk and set down my box,opening the top drawer.It was filled with little knick knacks,pencils,and a purple folder with a notebook sitting on top of it. Grabbing the note book first,I skimmed through it and found the exact same painting that was on the canvas on every page.

Talk about creepy..

Setting down the notebook,I pick up the folder and start to gently pull back the front,but stopping because of a large boom behind me. Swinging around,mom appears in the doorway and smiles at me,a box sitting at her feet.

"So,is this going to be your room?"She asks giddily,looking around the creepy living space.

"Ummm,nah.I'm just looking around.I haven't looked at the other rooms yet."I replied,setting the folder on top of the desk.

"What ya got there?"She questions,walking towards the desk and picking up the folder,skimming through its contents.

"I don't know,just found it in the drawers."I state,looking at her wary expressio

"I'm going to take this,okay?"she says,stuffing the folder in her back pocket.

She backs out of the room and halts in the doorway,frowning at the floor as if thinking of something.

"Mom?"

She swivels around and plasters an instant smile across her face before heading down the hall without another word.

What the heck just happened?And what the heck was in that folder?..

I grab the box and head back out into the hall,shutting the door behind me.Check off that room,four more to go.I open the first door on my left,expecting to see another creepy painting in here.

To my luck,this room was full of color.The walls were a bright yellow,making you wanting to smile when you instantly walk in.There was a queen size bed in the right corner with a brown chestnut chest at the end of the bed.On the far right,there was a red desk,a mirror resting on top of it.The mirror was covered in flower pictures,aligning the top all the way around.

What is up with flowers in this house?...

Not that I don't mind 'em,its better then the creepy eye drawing in the other room.looking around,I notice three paintings in this room.They were all of flowers,various colors spilling towards you.

Martin Kramer was pretty talented..

Setting the box down and sitting on the bed,I smiled at myself.This was going to be the room for me,since this was the most happiest room in this house...or so I thought...

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I hope you guys are enjoying it so far!I know I am(: These paintings have a big part in this book,so keep an eye on all the little things happening and you'll see what I mean.(; Oh and I really need someone to make me an awesome cover.I suck at them :p

Well hope your enjoying,btw I love feedback so be sure to post any of your ideas in the comment section,that'd be great!and if you lovin it please vote.(: ♡

Thanks again,Britney ♡