Stories,Stickers and Stamps

Day 2    So at this point I do not know what to think. My husband thinks I am going insane,well,he says I am stressed, but I see the look he gives me when we go back to the knocks. I am not sure what to think myself at this point but one thing is clear,I know what I heard and it was real. It might have been an animal trapped in the wall or some kind of prank but it was something. The knocks I heard were very deliberate to be an accident. So I tried to brush that off and hope I would never hear them,and I did not,not for a while at least and then something else happened.Oh,it was so much worse and I wish it was the knocking.    Blood. Usually you do not see it around often,not in your life,if you are lucky and hopefully not in your house. I got to see a lot of it,in my house. So the next day the knocks have stopped. Another day,I get up,morning,breakfast,going to go to town today. As I walk towards the kitchen I see it on the wall. A red smudge, on the mustard yello...

   These type of stories always start the same. The happy young couple in love are house hunting. Young professionals looking for a dream home to make it their own,settle down and have some kids along the way. We were those people and if I have learned anything from the horror films,I   should have know it will never be that easy. The horror’s we witnessed in that house,the pain,the dark. Maybe Henry would have been alive as well.Actually,I know he would have been. It’s the house,all of it.    It started it autumn. The house hunting. We were so loved up,so happy. It was all going our way,nothing could stop us. We started to look for a new place, a nest to settle down and make out own and then eventually we found this place. It was a period piece,that’s what was mentioned at least a dozen times as we were thinking whether we should get it or not. A lush period peace,grand house we can put our own twist on and yet keep it rooted to the past. It needed plenty ...