The Haunted House (pt. 2)

I decided to remain in the dark for as long as I could abide it, hoping that something would happen though not really knowing what it might be.  Since my friend had not lasted more than a day I was thinking that the phenomenon would arise in short order, but as I waited my mind began to wonder if perhaps instead of a nightly occurrence this may be weekly, monthly, yearly, or of a much lengthier stretch of interval.  Being as I had reacted quickly to the idea of this adventure I had spent no time researching to find out if there were any history to be plumbed and so then in that darkness began to doubt whether I would encounter anything at all and my patience for my wait eventually evaporated.  I made my way in the dim light from the windows to the nearest fixture and switched it on.

The house was indeed impressive.  The living room was the centerpiece, taking up nearly half of the entirety of the area of the whole.  Various rooms connected from there, the kitchen and dining area, a large bedroom on the ground floor with ample bathroom attached, and a loft above which seemed to be a favorite for children of previous lodgers and was tempting for me, but I decided that the height of it may prove my undoing if anything did happen.  Instead I decided that my first evening would be spent on the massive and comfortable couch in the living room, being as it was so centrally located and perhaps the best vantage for any odd doings.  Again, due to the lack of details about what had taken place previously with my friend, I did not know where I might need to focus attention and so needed to be ready to cast it about as required.

I made myself a cocktail and sat on that couch and waited for whatever may come.  As time dragged on I felt myself drawn more and more to that view, to the dim grey light struggling through the overcast sky above the reflective, metallic sea.  I knew that before I called it a night I would need to make my way down that cliff to the beach and experience a stroll in the darkness.  I began to regret that I had not had time to check and verify that the way was accessible, or even that there was a way at all.

to be continued...