I said one didn't I? You should know me by now. I can't count. But this really is it for today…
Iambeagle wanted to play...but I can't. This is no where near complete yet.
You all want to know whose POV this is…It's Edward.
Will Bella get a chance to speak? Who knows…
The house came furnished and as I walk around the enormous rooms I was struck with such a sense of belonging it nearly brought me to my knees.
This was meant to be my home…
My livelihood.
My family thinks I'm an idiot but I know…
I just know that this is where I am supposed to be.
Brandywine Valley Pennsylvania.
I grew up in Seattle and thought I would go back after college.
But college didn't work out.
And then I ended up just bumming around the country for three years.
My parents thought I was an unmotivated slacker.
Yep, probably right.
But I found I really loved the East Coast.
So here I am.
The kitchen calls to me and I wander into the massive dining room and through the pantry.
If I were to pull open the trap door in the pantry floor it would lead to a tunnel under the house that was part of the Underground Railroad.
Amazing.
The history here is just mind-blowing.
I can't wait to get into the attic and see what might be hiding up there.
The previous owners had completely remodeled the kitchen and I wanted to get naked and just roll around on the floor.
Top of the line appliances.
Beautiful gray marble countertops.
High end cabinets.
I would live in here if I could.
And it makes me smile to realize that I could…
This is all mine.
As I run my fingers over the stainless steel dual fuel stove I feel a chill run up the back of my spine.
Like someone is watching me.
I spin around but just as I thought I'm alone.
Stupid.
*()*()*
Three weeks later
I need to head to the store today but I am hesitant to leave my little slice of heaven.
I am quickly discovering that my real estate agent might have been right…
I have been advertising in magazines, newspapers and online for weeks but I still have no reservations.
Who knew a little thing like a murder/suicide in the house would be such a deterrent.
Walking through the aisle of the grocery store makes me feel like I'm an exhibit at the zoo.
The people all stare at me and whisper.
I just wish I could get one reservation…
Just one.
That would shut them up.
So yes…this house is based on a real Bed and Breakfast I have stayed at. There really is a hatch in the pantry that leads to the Underground Railroad. It was so amazing!
I love how many of you believe in ghosts.
That is it for the night...more tomorrow!