Capgras Delusion

Note 1 Day 1

February 4, 1986

It's been six months since my best friend died. I just moved into to my new home that rainy day. My parents recently divorced, and now I live with my mother and her boyfriend, along with my little sister Annie, who just turned six a month ago, and my grandpa. You could say we were happy for a while. Even then, I was not in the best state of mind. I suffered from depression and a antisocial disorder. Upon our current situation we had to get a house that was in more of a secluded area. It was right on the edge of a thick forest that laid out upon the land like a grassy sheet that never seemed to end. My mother believed that I could use some fresh air for once, hoping that it would cure me in some way, but I knew it wouldn't. Although, in some way, I grew towards the place. It had a certain personality to it that I just liked, it comforted me. I felt like we shared the same misfortune. The whole place stood out like a candle in the dark to me, so I decided to cave into my mothers' idea.

The first step I made onto the property was one to remember. Watery, soggy mud wrapped itself around my foot as I walked to the movers truck to pick up my boxes of clothes, glancing at the house on and off as it moaned. It was a three story building, a main floor, a second floor, and lastly a celer hiding itseld under the ground. White painted oak wood served as skin to keep the house strong an sturgdy, but now had rotted, and aged, being as helpful sheets of paper glued around the house.
The inside of the house was like a reflection of the inside. While walking in as I carried multiple boxes to set down, the floor creaked and groaned when each step. Looking around, I set the boxes down on the dusty, wooden floor to the side of the entrance. I look up to the staircase that was planted in the center of the house. Darkness enveloped every corner, only allowing the light from outside pour in. My eyes drifted to the narrow passage way that was nothing but the dark. The world turned silent, but slowly, the house shifted, causing it to moan as the wind blew through the windows and curtains. My gaze locked on it, they just wouldn't move. Frozen, I adjusted my eyes trying to see through the curtain of darkness. The hairs on my skin rose, and my heart starts to throb at an increasing rate. Suddenly, I fell a tight pull on my shoulder, hurling me back. My name faintly echoes in my ears as they ring. I turn my head to see Jim, my stepdad, mouthing something I couldn't make out. With another shake from him, I snap out of my trance, only to have Jim's judgmental rambling. "Don't stand on the door way, do something smart and put these boxes away." He roughly hands me to large bows, making it hard to see what's in front of me. Moving to the living room, I stacked up the boxes carefully.

As I moved back to the door way I hear high pitched squeaking to see it was my mother, struggling to get my grandpa through the doorway. Out of generosity, I decided to help wheel him in for her. I put him into the next room by the window, giving him a light pat on the shoulder. He didn't say a word, he hasn't in a while; not since grandma died. I look down at him to see a large purple bruise that seemed to appear. I kneeled down to take a closer look and reach my hand out to examine it. His droopy eyes widen and shot daggers at me. A raspy noise came from him as he stared without blinking. I can't myself from falling back, quickly getting up. Startled, I dashed out of the room as my heart raced. I looked back briefly to see him in his usual position again, slouched over, still, eyes focused ahead of him. Just as if nothing happened.