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Chapter Two
"Why did we have to sell our house in New York?" Catrin asked with a disgusted tone in her voice as she and her mother ventured into the house. There was dust everywhere, sheets covered furniture, which they had yet to look at.
Cobwebs hung in doorframes, picture frames, virtually anywhere a spider could knit a web; there was at least one or more of them.
It was quite clear that no one had lived in this house for any amount of time for at least 50 years, judging by the layer of grime on everything, which was at least 2 inches thick.
"Because, we needed a fresh start! I thought this would be a good opportunity to get out of the city. Fix up this old house and make a life here." Elaine said in optimism but Cat could tell that she wasn't looking forward to cleaning this place and 'fixing' it up…
'If the living room looks like this…I wonder what the attic looks like?' Cat thought to herself as she looked around at the room before her. A large fireplace sat on one wall and pillars came down from the ceiling, which was the floor to the second story floor. She tried to imagine what this place might have looked like back in it's day, hosting parties and the like, and she supposed it could have been quite the sight… But the once proud house now lay in shambles, sad and forgotten as time had moved on without it.
There was something strangely familiar about this house, though. Like something Catrin had once seen in a dream... But that was impossible! She had never seen this place before in her life! Cat shrugged off the feeling, she must be mistaken...
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"Wasn't there supposed to be a caretaker?" Cat asked as she took a step into the house.
"I think so… You would think they would have had someone clean this place, though." Elaine replied as she took her index finger and ran it down the side of one of the pillars…her finger came away black with dust.
"Why don't we just hire someone to do this?" Cat suggested, wrinkling her nose as a cloud of dust sprang into the air as she pulled a sheet off one of the pieces of furniture. The chair that she had uncovered was clearly an antique, upholstered with a light blue silk material upon which an ornate design was embroidered as it was with most antique furniture… It was actually quite pretty with a mahogany wood back and claw feet.
Further investigation revealed other pieces much the same as the first. It looked like a set, almost all of them with the same features and the like…
"You know," Elaine started as she looked around the room. "I think we should call a cleaning service come. Because there is no way that we could do all this by ourselves… And we are supposed to be out of our house in New York by the end of two weeks time… And if we tried to clean so that we could move in here, we wouldn't have enough time to pack." Elaine said, walking towards the staircase. The banister wobbled when she touched it, and the wood of the stairs was brittle; they creaked and groaned with protest under Elaine's lightweight.
"And a contractor. I don't trust these stairs, and we haven't even seen upstairs yet…"