the haunted sins

New home realty

MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING. IF SEXUAL ASSAULT, SELF HARM, AND SUICIDE ARE SENSITIVE SUBJECTS, DO NOT READ. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

As the knife dug deeper, the pain intensified. The blood turned from a small trickle into a larger stream. All the pain that it caused seemed to help what was going on. Gave me a safe place, a haven of sorts. And everything that had happened that day, just helped that steel blade travel along my arm. It was all I could do instead of just ending it all like I wanted. I was just so... tired. So tired of everything going on, and I didn't want to deal with it. I only had a little hope, but that spark was only dimming further every day. I had an appointment later; therapy... how was I going to explain them this time. I had no options? I couldn't help it? I forced  myself to put the knife in the sink, and I wrapped a hand towel around my wrist. I lived alone, so i wasn't worried about anyone walking in.

    The apartment i currently lived in was a mess. Cardboard boxes from mac and cheese and chicken nugget bags lay everywhere, dirty dishes all by the sink. I often only ate simple things, and not much either. I was extremely underweight for being twenty, and I didn't have a longing to make it better. I couldn't force myself to eat, and didn't want to. I had no longing for a relationship or anything that goes with it. There was no pride in my personality, and why should there be? I didn't have anything that was super amazing about me, or that I should be proud of. Any pride had been left behind a long time ago.

    But the anger I had... the swelling rage and envy of others. They had the happiness I wish I did. They had what they wanted, and seemed happy as they could be. I hated getting up, working, and just being around others. I had little money, and had to work ridiculously hard for it. My boss was extremely rude, and exceptionally inappropriate.  He constantly stared, and he constantly hit on me. He has a thing for young blonde women, and I fit the bill. Long legs, long blonde hair. I had some curves to me, mainly because of how underweight I was. I usually hid In a hoodie and jeans, with the hold always up, because I didn't want people to see me. I've been told I'm beautiful, but i didn't believe it.

    I opened my old crap laptop, and started looking for cheap houses again. I hated the apartment. It had lost its charm I while ago. I originally moved out to get away from my parents,  and I found  the cheapest one I could to get out as quickly as possible.  I had grown up in Ohio. Lexington to be specific. After I barely graduated from high school, I got in my car and drove.  Not sure where I was going,  until I ended up in washington. Port angeles to be exact. A small town,  right by the coast. It was a beautiful place to be honest.  Super cold in the winter though. I was looking for a small house because I wasn't planning on having people over. Not that anyone would want to come over, honestly. I didn't have many friends. In fact I can't name one right now. Getting friends wasn't a particular goal on my agenda. I mainly prefer to stay to myself.

    “Hey… maybe this one…” it was definitely in my price range, and was a two bedroom, one bath. It was kinda small, and would definitely be big enough for me. I read the description, and instantly changed my mind. It was apparently a major junk house, termites and lots of plumbing and electrical issues. It would cost so much to repair, and i can't afford a fixer upper. It just wasn't possible. I'd be in debt for a very long time. I just kept looking. Eventually i came on a house that was allegedly “haunted”. I didn't believe in things like that, and just ignored it. Apparently they wanted it off the market, because it was ridiculously cheap. They were practically giving it away. It was almost too good to be true. It was basically perfect. A little old, like 1950’s, but I was ok with that. I called the realtor to find out what was wrong with it, because there had to be a catch...

I dialed the number, and the phone rang a few times before the person on the other end answered.

“New Homes realty, this is Catherine speaking. How may i help you?”

“Hey, i'm looking at this home on your website, and i'm interested, but it seems like it's too good to be true… it's the 1950’s house? I feel like it probably has tons of things that are wrong with it and that's why it's such a low price”

“I can tell you that it is actually a very decent house. It has three bedrooms and two baths, and is 1320 square feet, which is very large for a house from that time,”she said. I could tell she was trying to be sweet, but there was a tinge of something behind her voice…

“So what's the catch?”

“The house had a murder committed in it, but the case was dropped. It's no longer being investigated,” she replied “however…”

“However what?” i questioned. What was she trying to hide…?

“The neighbors are constantly complaining that something is still going on in there…”

“What's apparently going on?” i questioned. It was starting to sound strange, but i was still interested in the house.

“The neighbors say it sounds like multiple different things. But there is no one in the house… would you still be interested?”

“I'm definitely interested in it! When can I see it?”

“what's your name?”

“uh, Abigail. Abigail crown,” she replied.

“I'll make an appointment for you. Does this Thursday at four sound good? “

“that would be absolutely perfect,” I didn't have anything going on that day,  and I knew that instantly.  I never have anything other than work and therapy.

“great! I'll mark you down. Hopefully you like the house! It really is nice…”

“I'll see you then. Thank you so much,”

I hung up and put my phone down. I know I should be happy. I might be getting a house for crying out loud.  But instead I just felt sad for myself, because now i had to repack everything, and move again. either that or I stay in this crappy apartment. But still… this feeling I had about the house itself… I still didn't know whether it was a good feeling… or a bad one...