The Haunted House

When a friend of mine returned from the coast two days early to report that the place he had rented had chased him away, and being that I had been doing next to nothing for a span that I could no longer fathom, I asked him if I might take over his time remaining at what had been at first described as an unbelievably economic palace on a cliff with a stunning view of the ocean.  He was barely able to comprehend my question in his frenetic state, but he eventually handed me the keys and the paper describing the details of the rental.

Now, I do not normally go in for any of the supernatural happenings that supposedly dog many in this world and have certainly never experienced anything of that sort myself in my many years of existence, but I do enjoy a good spook yarn and was willing to invest my attentions to the situation free of any severe skepticisms in hopes of perhaps making my first foray into that realm that I had thus far been denied.

The drive to the coast was uneventful and finding my way was not very difficult what with the map and directions.  The sun was nearly setting as I arrived, unlocked the front door, threw my belonging inside and nearly sank to my knees when seeing the amazing vista that awaited in the spacious living room, which had windows facing the sea that encompassed the entirety of what would otherwise have been a wall on that side of the room.  I swear I had tears in my eyes by the time that the sun had dropped and my thoughts returned to the house itself, which had gone unfathomably dark.

to be continued...