October 1913
With the adoption of Elizabeth and Edward complete, Rose and Jack received a gift from a very distant Dawson relative, a house. An old decrepit house. On the outside it looked like it was just a wind blow away from tumbling to the ground. Have you ever heard the saying 'Don't judge a book by its cover'? This house fits the saying, for on the outside it did look like something you'd see in a far off field that had been long forgotten. The windows were boarded up, the front door was barely hanging on and the steps, well they were practically non existent.
There was an old cobblestone pathway leading either side of the house. It was missing many Stones and looked like it had seen much better days. Around the left side of the house, there was another pathway, this one leading to the edge of a patch of woods. This path was just a regular old dirt path. Once at the edge of the woods there was another path, this one made of cobblestone. Again, missing many Stones. It lead straight and veered off to the left, again! It stopped at an old wooden sign that read 'Dawson Family Cemetery'. There weren't many headstones, maybe twenty or so. The oldest one was that of a woman, aged eighty-eight. Her name was Margaret Williams Dawson. Which meant she wasn't of Dawson blood. So why is she buried here? Maybe we'll find out.
To the right side of the house, another path, this one shorter and leading to an old garden, full of dead flowers and weeds. Nothing spectacular here. To the left of the garden was a big ole empty patch of yard. That spot would be perfect for the kids to use as a play area, since it was very well shaded.
Jack scratched his chin "What do you think Rose?"
Rose looked around, the disgust clear on her face "We can't live here, Jack! Just look at this dump!" She yelped. "We'd be better off turning waste bins into a home, they'd be more sturdy..." She chuckled.
Jack shook his head "We haven't looked inside yet." He said. If he were to be honest, he really didn't want to.
"I don't think we need to, Jack. We just need to throw up a hazardous, no trespassing and condemned sign and leave this house to rot more." She laughed. "Really.. I'm almost afraid to go in there .. there are probably spiders, rats and spirits... Or something... We should just go..." She said, pulling on his arm.
Jack looked at her "Now Rose. Don't think like that. Let's just go in.. together." He tugged her arm and started moving towards the raggedy door. One step. Two step 'crack!' The step crumbled under him. "Welp, well just have to step over it." He said with a wry laugh. All the steps 'crack!" Crumbled. "Good thing there were only five steps, huh?" He said.
"Yeah..uh... Jack.. I really don't think we should go in there..."
"Ahh come on Rose!" He said laughing. He reached for the door to turn the knob and the door fell off. "Ahh... I can fix that." He laughed.
Once inside, what their eyes witnessed was... Impossible?... Yeah impossible. They must have both fell on the crumbling steps and smacked their heads real good.