Abandoned House

     Mold and Mildew cover the steps. Rust and slugs cover the metal door handle. Dust bunny’s hide under the run down rug. Broken nails stagger the floors. The tables color has faded to a minimum. A dark aroma evaporates from the fridge and oven. The once living plants have crumpled into small rolls of leaves. The back bathroom has a constantly leaking sink and tub. Upstairs the old children rooms have only been gathering dust. The parent’s room has hundreds of spiders nestled in corners. What I want to know is how the run down Victorian home managed to be just that.
    October of 1992 rested as a date to remember in our little town of silver lake. The Robinson’s moved in at the end of June. They pushed their family of five into the small Victorian home. The place had been trashed for twentyrs yea. Just like twenty years before that.  Whenever someone walks by that house cold chills circle them until they completely pass the property. No one lives there now but people check it out everyone once and a while. It must be hard on the real-estate agent, to have to search for a new home owner after a month of someone being there.
    As legend states it only takes exactly one month for the home owners to disappear. Then twenty years later a new un-expecting home owner comes and meets their final home. It’s actually quite sad, especially for the people who began to love them. I was once best friends with one of the children. Every day he would tell me one of the horror stories from the day before. I never told him about the past history of that house. I didn’t want to scare him and I didn’t want to get nightmares again.
    I can barely remember the last day I saw him. It was like any normal school day except for when he came in he looked extra pale and every hair on his body was standing straight up. I asked him if anything happened last night and he looked at me barley breathing and turned around and left the class room. It was so peculiar, and I wish I would’ve followed to see where he went. No one stopped him from leaving the school.  Only a couple years ago did I realize that no one could have stopped him. That maybe no one could see him. That maybe this whole time no one, alive, even lived there.

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