The clock winked at me as if it were saying hello to a friend. This house has forever been filled with mischief and unexplainable. Years have passed by as if they were a blur, and all that holds them together is the strange occurrences that i have witnessed throughout them. I began noticing that all was not right the night i moved in. My life in the city was over as far as i could tell. I needed to get away and spend time to work on myself as a whole. Living alone in the wilderness was an option that i had considered for as long as i can remember. As a child i had loved the time i spent camping and fishing but i never had the chance to experience life out in a small community.
I merged right off of the interstate baring northbound towards Silow a farming community of around seven hundred. As we passed through the half mile span which was the town folks glared at us as if we had been on the most wanted list for years. The moving truck was piloted by two Latinos whom didn't want to help us unpack. They dropped our belongings off a the edge of the driveway and took off not even bothering to collect.
That night after i had managed to move all into the garage we sat in the spacious living space. Our dinner was the luxurious peanut butter sandwich's we had been able to scrap together. I looked out the window picturing a hot summer day with kids running around but this was interrupted by the reality of a figure making its way across the front yard.
To be continued....
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