Morning all. Ready for the morning prompt? I kind of am. I had one of those mornings where I woke up feeling a though someone injected me with caffeine. My eyes popped open and I sat up wide awake. I expect I’ll crash this afternoon, but for now, I am going to take advantage of this mysterious morning wakefulness. So to the timers batman! Fifteen minutes if you please.
Oh Emily is up to something. No clue what and it is going to bother me all day until I figure out what, but she is up to something.
Tuesday, September 17th: This place has history.
“This place has history,” Emily said. He looked around as though staring at a glorious cathedral instead of an extremely run down house at the edge of town.
“Mmmhmmm,” I said not sure any words I had would adequately fit the description. I was certain from the look on her face that the history she was picturing had something to do with hardworking people doing heroic and historical things. I wasn’t certain what historical or heroic things they would be but I doubted they would have any relation to what went on in this house.
The house was a fairly typical post war bungalow. It was rolled out with thousands like it when soldiers came back from World War Two. While I was sure the house had seen a lot since it’s creation in the late 1940s, early 1950s recently it saw a host of renters, the last of which was taken away in a police raid. We were assured there was nothing dangerous left in the house before we entered.
The nervous realtor had gone to great pains to explain that. It made me wonder about the houses history in a way far different from Emily. The realtor had a list of other properties that she wanted to show, but Emily seemed fixated on this one. I had no idea why and as I went from room to room, I looked for the draw. Most of the original features were gone. The fireplace had been taken out and if there was wood flooring it was buried under moldy shag carpet.
The rooms were small and boxy. If a few of them were taken out or at least had the openings widened it would be better. Right now, it felt like a group of small boxes linked together by narrow doorways. I found it hard to take a breath.
I saw nothing that would draw Emily to this space and make her look at it with wide eyed wonder. It wasn’t the age as there were at least five more houses of the same period up for sale on this block alone, many with more original features present. It wasn’t the price as all of the houses on this street were comparable.
Thinking something might be upstairs, I climbed the stairs. I looked around and saw that upstairs had four bedrooms and one shared bathroom between them. As one of the bedrooms was barely bigger than a bathroom, I thought it could easily be turned into a bath for the master suite. A three-bedroom house might appraise for less but it would be a bit more functional.
Wass also pretty sure that fourth bedroom started out as a large closet. It certainly didn’t seem big enough for a legitimate bedroom. I walked over and saw that there were indeed marks where a bar to hang clothing on had been taken out. I nodded pleased with my own deductions.
I thought Emily was upstairs but she was nowhere to be seen. I moved to the window to see the view and saw her in the back yard. To my surprise, she appeared to be digging around behind the shed.
Ten til Midnight 