mindgames | pjm

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a/n: I don't think anyone understands how excited I am about this. Anyway, here goes. Enjoy (:

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Two weeks ago...

I checked my watch, bouncing my leg as I waited. Why isn't the realtor here..? I shook my head, sitting in the drivers seat. Today was another day that I would be going to look at more potential houses, and I have to admit.. it's fun, but after looking at so many it got tiring. Anyways, the realtor told me that they'd meet me here, at the house I'd be looking at, but they're late by thirty minutes. Why couldn't we have just came together? I thought, strange.

Being the impatient girl I am, I got out and decided to take a look around the exterior of the house. It was quite the opposite of all the other houses on the block.. it was an older model, it didn't look like it'd been lived in for a few years. The house was a soft grey color, while the front door was a dingy white.

It was two stories high and had a one story extension for the kitchen on the right side. The wooden framed sash windows were propped open with sticks. A small rose garden had been planted in front, and although it had obviously once been carefully planned and loved, it was now riddled with weeds. The grass was so overgrown it tickled my ankles as I made my way to the steps that lead up to the front door, and the lush hedges that grew on the outskirts of the property hadn't been trimmed. The wooden boards creaked softly as I stepped onto them, only to find that the porch was the same way. A light blue swing sat on the quaint little porch, hanging from the ceiling, gently swaying a long with the subtle breeze.

Ding. I jumped, I swear my phone was so goddamn loud it could give an elderly woman a heart attack. I slid it out from my pocket and read the notification, it was a missed call from the realtor. What? I didn't get any call... I furrowed my eyebrows. My ringer was on full fucken blast... I shrugged it off and tried to call the realtor back. Doo-doo-doo, "The person you are trying to reach is unavailable at this moment. Please, hang up and try to call again, or, leave a message after the tone." beep. I groaned in irritation, must be bad service.. I checked my notifications again and noticed there was a voicemail so I played it.

"Hey! Uh, sorry but somethings come up.. so I hope you don't mind checking out the place on your own. I left the key under the welcome mat. Bye!" How unprofessional.. this was really ticking me off. I sighed and lifted up the welcome mat, grabbing the key. Is this even allowed? I shook my head and turned the lock with the key, opening the door.

A gust of cold wind blew out onto me, making me shiver. The entrance hall was long and narrow, perhaps only 12 feet wide at the front, but it stretched some 30 feet back like a giant shoe box. The furthest door from me had been left ajar, allowing a glorious amber glow from the sunlight to meander like a narrow stream across the hall. A set of dark-oak stairs that led to the second floor sat a few feet back from the main entrance, and if I looked right I could see the kitchen. I decided to go upstairs first, the worm rotted steps creaking as I strolled up them, holding onto the flimsy wooden rail.

Immediately I looked for a light switch, and when I did I turned it upwards, watching the dim light flicker. The area was just about the same as the lower level, but less open. There were six rooms upstairs according to the ad online, with two bedrooms on the right that shared a jack and jill bathroom. Then the left side housed the master bedroom that had its own bathroom, which was accessible from the hallway. But one thing I couldn't understand was why it said six rooms were upstairs... there were only five. I looked around in all the rooms to make sure there wasn't some room the realtor forgot to mention in the online ad, and there wasn't one.

Feeling a little uncomfortable knowing that there might be some secret room in the house, I made my way back downstairs, checking out the rest of the older house. The living room was nice with white built in bookshelves beside the fireplace and dark hardwood floors. The kitchen wasn't very up to date, but the house overall was a quite the reasonable price for its value. It was such a big house, yet so cheap. It was the best deal I'd seen so far, and I decided that this house would be great, without even thinking to look into the history of it.

God, could I have made an even more regrettable decision? Frankly, I don't know.

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