Chapter One IV: The MoveMature

As I walked into the room the first thing I noticed was that all the furniture had been draped in white linen, apart from the large four poster bed that stood in the far right hand corner. Not knowing where else to start, I headed toward it.

At a closer inspection I realised it was made of the same kind of wood as the doors - Quercus rubra, Red Oak. I let my hand glide down one of the poles, feeling the scratches that indented its smooth surface. The bed looked so bare with nothing but an ancient mattress resting on it.

For a few seconds I shut my eyes, imagining what the bed had looked like brand new and dressed in expensive fabrics. Then I pictured what it would like with all my pillows and bedding. I was not sure if it would look right.

My eyes snapped open at the sound of something rattling. All thoughts of bedding vanished completely from my mind. Just when I thought this house could not get any creepier...I tried to laugh my apprehension away, but all that came out of my mouth was a strangled snort.

The noise was coming from behind the window. I flung open the curtains to find a tree - also Red Oak - tapping against the glass.

"Damn storm," I muttered mostly to myself.

Movement from the window in the house next door caught my attention. When I craned my neck to see the blinds flicked shut. But not before I noticed the cold grey eyes staring out from behind them.

There was a knock at the bedroom door and spun round to see my mother standing in the doorway. Water was dripping off the end of her nose and her jumper was soaking wet. She must have gone back outside again. I forced myself not to think about what could of happened when I was left alone in this creepy house. Even if it was only for a few minutes.

"I see you've found the master bedroom," my mother said.

"Oh," I replied. "Well..." I made to leave the room.

"No no no," my mother shook her head and gestured for me to stay where I was. "You can have this room."

"But it's the main room," I exclaimed, my eyes wide with disbelief.

In the flat we lived in previously my room was tiny, resembling a cupboard more than an actual bedroom. I had never expected to have so much space before I moved out and got a place of my own.

"The other bedroom has a better view of the garden, so I'll be much happier there."

"Well if you insist," I said, remembering how sad she was about leaving her gardening occupation. Although I guess that was one of the many sacrifices we had to make when we left behind all that we knew and were used to.

"Anyway, Ida, I braved the outside weather to smuggle in a couple of suitcases. One of them should hold your sleeping stuff."

"Okay, thank you."

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