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Chapter 1 (v.1) - Chapter 1.

Submitted: July 31, 2016

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Chapter 1.

The house was great. We had been living in a small bedsit that was really way too cramped for two people to share. We hadn't been able to move around without falling over each other or each others things.
It had been by chance that we'd stumbled across this place. A weekend drive in the country, a wrong turning, and there on the left a sign that said 'House To Let.'
"Let's look," I said.
Liam looked at me, shrugged and said, "Why not!" and away up the drive we went.
It wasn't a big house by normal standards but to us it looked massive. It was quite old but looked in pretty good condition, if a bit grimy and neglected. It had dirty windows so we couldn't see much of the inside but what little we could see sparked our interest. It had a garden back and front which was something we'd never had the luxury of before.
I looked at Liam. Liam looked at me. "There's a phone number on the sign," I said. "Let's give it a ring and find out more."
"Okay, but don't get your hopes up. The rent will probably be way too high." Liam didn't want me to be disappointed but I had a feeling we would be living in this house one day soon.

The phone was answered by a Mr McKenzie. He said that he wasn't the owner but was in charge of letting the house out. He would meet us in an hour if we were interested in seeing inside. When Liam asked about the rent he was told it was 'negotiable'.
We drove for fifteen minutes to the nearest small town where we found a little café. It was deserted in there apart from the woman behind the counter. She looked at us suspiciously.
When Liam ordered us both coffees and sandwiches, she said, "You're not from round here, are you? Just touring around?"
If Liam found her curiosity odd he didn't let on. "Yeah, we're just taking a drive in the country". He shrugged at me when he came to the table and we didn't talk much while we were there. The silence of the place made us both uncomfortable.
"That was a bit nosey," I said, when we were driving back to the house, "but I suppose they don't get that many strangers here."

When we pulled up the drive there was an old green van already parked outside. We'd just got out of the car when the door to the house opened, surprising us both. A little old man with white hair and a white beard stood peering at us. It felt a bit unnerving, almost as if he was sizing us up.
"Mr McKenzie?" Liam asked, holding out his hand.
"Aye," the old man answered. He had a really deep voice which was a bit disconcerting from someone of such small stature.
"Liam and Harriet Hughes. We phoned about the house."
"You'd better come in and have a look around. See if you like the place. And if the house likes you," Mr McKenzie said, laughing.
If I thought it was an odd thing to say, I forgot once we went inside. To our left was a sitting room complete with open fireplace, and to our right was a kitchen/dining room with an old fashioned range for cooking and heating. Upstairs there were two large bedrooms and a small bathroom. Like I said, it was really quite small but to us it was almost palatial.
"You can use what furniture there is here." Mr McKenzie said. It sounded more like an order than an offer, but as we didn't actually own any of the furniture in the bedsit that would be quite useful. It would save money to start with and we could add things as we went along.
"I like the place," said Liam. Turning to me he asked, "What do you think, Harriet."
"It's great," I said, but even as I spoke I had an uneasy feeling. I brushed it off as tiredness. "We might not be able to afford it though," I cautioned. We had reversed our roles now; Liam was all enthusiasm and I was the uncertain one.
We looked questioningly at Mr McKenzie. "How much would the rent be?" Liam asked.
"Well," Mr McKenzie said. He stopped talking and walked off, going from room to room. When he got back to us he said, "The house likes you. How much can you pay?"
"Oh, we couldn't say that. There must be a specified rent, surely." I blurted out. This was starting to feel seriously strange.
"Say, £120." Mr McKenzie said.
I saw Liam's eyes light up. That was the same as we were paying for the bedsit each week. "We could do it," he said to me. "I know we'd have to spend more on travelling but wouldn't it be worth it?"
"Okay," I said. "We'll take it."
When Mr McKenzie wrote out an agreement, we couldn't believe our eyes. £120 per month, fully furnished, no deposit and ours for as long as we liked. It seemed almost too good to be true.

 

 


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