Farmhouse

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic
Orginally a school assingment. While biking in the country a teenage girl comes across an abondend farmhouse.

Submitted: November 20, 2010

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The autumn sky was the brightest blue I had ever seen. The trees were painted with red, yellow orange and maroon. The air was cold but the sun blazed as I rode my bike through the hilly gravel roads of the country. The snow on themountainsin the distance only reminded me of what was to come. The apple trees that ran the length of the road gave off a tangy sweet smell.
I stopped at a lake that was so clear the sky reflected in it. I got off my bike and waded into the lake. The water was so cold that my legs turned as bumpy as the gravel road I had ridden on. Looking down I saw minnows gather around me like a swarm of ants. The stones beneath my feet were as vivid as the rainbow. They were also so smooth that they felt like a dolphin’s belly.  I soon realized that I couldn’t feel my legs. So I ran out of the lake as fast as a crowd to a sale on Black Friday.
As soon as I got out of the lake the sun burnt my legs like a burger on a hot griddle. When the feeling finely returned to my legs and they were dry I jumped on my bike and continued down the bumpy road. After about half an hour I noticed a side road surrounded by trees. I decided to go down it. It was hard to ride down it because branch’s littered it like confetti. Roots erected the soil like spindly fingers. I realized that it would be easier to abandon my bike. After all no one would be here.
The road soon ended in a hilly meadow. The meadow looked like it was about a hundred years ago. Grass went up to my waist and laurels brought splash’s of pink. Daisies dotted the landscape with their yellow middles and white petals. Other wild flowers of blue, yellow and purple offered a palette to the meadows canvas. As I walked through it a Velcro plant caught on my shirt. In the distance Maples and Ash’s surrounded the meadow. High above me a red tailed hawk soared a hot air balloon. It circled and then dived it landed only five meters away ducked and when I looked up I saw it carry away a mouse. I got up and continued across the meadow. I soon came across a path. My curiosity got the best of me and I decided to walk down it. The path went through the woods and twisted and rose like a dancer in the sixties. At the end of the path I saw an amazing sight. It was a Farmhouse.
The large two story home looked like it was in a state of ruin. Once bright white paint was now peeling and showing the grayish aged wood. The faded navy blue shutters were hanging on by a string. The seven window panes were broken and dingy. The homes large front porch was dusty and dirty. The floors white paint was peeling and faded. The navy blue railing was broken and warped. The roof was a slate grey and some of the shingles were missing. On the side of the house a reddish brick chimney was crumbling.
I looked to the right and saw an old rusty swing set. The seats were sawing in the breeze . it was an eerie sight to see something so full of whimsy old and unused. The picket fence that surrounded the yard  was the same color as the shutters was like all the other paint faded and peeling. Thay brownish wood was warped and collapsed. I looked to the other side of the yard and saw an overgrown garden.  Weeds chocked the small plot and vines grew up the old wooden trellis. It was hard to imagine that this place was once pretty. Like now it looked like Hiroshima after the bomb.
I looked to the ground and saw that clover had covered the dead grass. Dandelions popped out of the ground like jack in the boxes. Patches of mud made the place look even uglier. This whole place gave me the creeps. I felt gooseflesh rise on my arms. Everything felt like it was from a scary movie.
“Caw Caw “
The sudden noise made me jump and I fell back into the dirt path. I saw the culprit and it was a Crow. Cursing under my breath I rose and whipped the dirt off my knee length cargo shorts. I decied that I should leave this place before something bad happened. Like twins ask me to play with them.
As I turned to leave I stopped. This place was creepy but it also looked really cool. I suddenly wanted to see this place up close. Up close like inside.
“No” I said my words being the only human sound. This place might have a dangerous mold problem or a crazy hobo. My logic told me to leave, but my daring side told me to go in. Each side of my brain fought and the daring side won.
I walked up the dirt path to the small staircase that connected the porch to the ground. I stepped on the first step and it groaned like a giant. I froze and then took a deep breath I walked up the steps. Each one made unearthly sounds. When I reached the porch I was afraid it might not support my weight. I quickly crossed it and reached the door. I tried to yank it open but it was shut tight. I noticed that there was a hole in the screen. I grabbed the edge of the hole and tore it open. I created a hole big enough for me to fit through. Squeezing through the hole I entered a small hall .I walked through a cobweb covered doorway into a living room. A big broken window that I saw from the yard let in light. Faded stripped tan and green curtains were ragged and full of holes. The walls were covered in green and tan plaid wallpaper. Oak wainscoting went around the room. The floors were dark maple and were extremely dusty. A large hobnail leather chair took up the corner by a dusty fireplace. Rusty pokers lay on the hearth of the fireplace.
Two couches sat opposite of each other and in the middle there was a coffee table. On the coffee table their was a unread book. On the last wall there was a shelf set with picture frames. I walked over to it and saw black and white family pictures. One was of a young boy in a sailor suit sitting on a pier. The next one was of a couple on their wedding day. The man was in a marine suit and the woman had on a skirt and matching jacket. The last picture that I looked at was of what I guessed as the whole family the man and woman from the picture and the boy in the sailor suit there was also a young girl and a baby. I picked up the picture for a closer look. The man was in a collared shirt the woman in a dress with a little hat. The young girl was wearing a jumper and a dress shirt. The boy looked older in this and now he had a sweater vest and a shirt. The baby was wearing a flowered dress. I wondered who this family was I moved to put the picture back but it slipped and shattered on the floor.
“Blast” I exclaimed my words louder then I imagined. I bent down to pick up the frame. I brushed back the glass and reached for the frame. The picture slipped out and fluttered to the ground. I picked it up. And noticed writing on the back. Flipping the picture over I saw that their was names. Written in perfect penmanship it read the Hamilton  Left to right David, Alice, Baby Lucy, Robert James and Nellie May. So it was the father, mother and children. The place seemed creepier now. I now knew the peoples names.
I slipped the picture into my pocket and walked into the next room. I opened the white door and entered a kitchen. Tiled linoleum floors were flowered with little yellow flowers. They were peeling and dirty. Old white cabinets were nearly decayed. Wooden counters were stained and dusty. And it held large old Aluminum sink a huge ancient fridge was partly open. On the old table on the other side of the room held a basket. In the basket was shriveled up beans. This family just left. I shivered slightly as I imagined what had happened to them.
I left the room and passed a door. I decided to open it and saw a small study. An ancient desk took up a large amount of space. The desks ornate carvings made it beautiful. On each side of the desk were bookcases. Opposite was a broken window. An old dusty lamp sat on the desk.Leaving the study I continued down the hall. I eventually came to a staircase. The railing was missing and the stairs had a step missing. I shouldn’t go up I thought its not safe. I didn’t know why I decided to go up I just did. With each step I took the stairs squeaked and shook. I was grateful to finely reach the top.
I found my self facing four doors. I decided to pick the first one. I opened the door and found my self in a striped wall papered room. The blue and white striped wall paper peeled and reveled the drywall. And old metal bed was rusting and a blue, white and yellow quilt. Beside it was a Maple nightstand. On top of that was a lamp missing its shade. The bed was neatly made and a small teddy bear sat on the pillow. A sudden pang of sadness went through my body. This was probably the boy’s room … Robert James. I wondered why the boy would forget his toy. A window was on the opposite wall a small chair sat beneath it. A blue afghan was draped over it. Blur curtains were covered with little yellow flowers. A maple chest of drawers was on the wall by the door. On the top of it sat random toys. A match box car was upside down. Marbles ad Jacks looked like they were waiting to be played with. I left the room slowly now I could see a young boy playing. it was terrifying.
Closing the door behind me I left the room and contemplated going to the next. I decided to go. I went this far why not go farther. The next door revealed a bathroom. A pedestal sink had a huge spider’s web in it. Above it was a mirror that had gone green with age. I saw a toilet on the wall. The old porcelain contraption had a small box with a chain on it. A very old toilet I thought. On the final wall there was a huge bath tub. Bright red and orange flowered curtains were in a heap on the ground. A brass pole lay next to it. The rooms black and white tiles were dirty and chipped. This room was missing all lighting but a track ran above the mirror. The walls were white tile but they to were chipped.
I left the room and decided to open the next door. A bright yellow bedroom welcomed me. It was much like the boys except now the bed was covered in a flowered yellow, white and blue quilt. And on top of it was an old doll. The doll had dark brown hair in braids. He red skirt pleated and on her to half was a blue argyle sweater. The window was in the same place but now there was pink and white flowers on the curtains beside the bed was the same nightstand as the boys room but the lamp had its shade.
I wondered what the dolls name was. I wondered if the doll had more clothes. I wished I knew who the family was. Leaving the room I continued to the last door I opened it and came into a very large room. The ceiling was arched and a ceiling fixture hung down it was covered with dust and I could see dead bugs in it. A large window was on the end wall. A big bed was pushed against the one wall a green and tan quilt covered the bed the same curtains from downstairs hung in the windows. On the wall opposite of the bed was a cradle. The cradle looked like a heirloom. Inside it was lavender gingham fabric. “I could see the parents rocking the baby in the cradle maybe singing to her. By the window was a rocking chair in the basket by the chair was yarn. The yarn was connected to a afghan being made. An elaborate armoire stood by the door. I couldn’t stay in here much longer. I felt sorry for this family. I didn’t even know who they were. I ran out of the room and down the stairs. Out the hall and out the door.
I tripped while running and skinned my elbow. The pain brought me to my senses. I sat in the dirt and took out the picture I looked at the family and they seemed so happy. Did they know what would happen to them? What happened to them? I suddenly got an idea the Hartland the town I was in had an old public records hall all I had to do was search for the Hamilton’s maybe I could find out who they were and where they are now.


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