Sometimes, when I can't sleep at night (beacuse of insomnia), I take a piece of paper and a pen and you know what happens next. I write stories I don't even know from which part of my brain did they came from. And I want to share some with you.
Today, my mother finally agreed that I can go "camping" with Sam. We were planning this for almost three months and here we go. Sam's grandfather used to live in a old house somewhere in the woods, far from our town so we found the chance to be alone together for a very long week. We both are so excited because it's already one year we're together so we can celebrate it.
Sam's grandfather died four months ago and from then nobody visisted the house. At first, I wasn't as excited as Sam, I was scared actually, but then he promised it will be okay so I let it go.
When we first arrived to the woods, Sam couldn't find it at first. He drove along the road and five kilometers from the house the road was closed. We walked for almost an hour to get there with those heavy bags. The mud was everywhere, even in my hair. The house was bigger and more modern than I expected. It almost looked like the house from The Conjuring. When Sam found the key and opened, a weird smell came out and I had this feeling that we're doing something wrong. I told Sam and he told me that it'll be okay. We both took a shower and Sam prepared us dinner which was better than I expected. I still had this feeling I didn't know if it was fear, anxiety or something more. Sam was washing the dishes as I walked through the creepy big house. I went upstairs and into the first empty room in which was something looking like an old closet and as I searched for blankets, I found a big brown box with pictures of Sam's grandparents on it. I was curious what's in there. As I took it out, my phone rang.
"Claire, honey, did you get there, are you okay?"
"We're here. The road was closed and we had to walk to get there but we're fine."
"I'm so stressed out. I don't think it was a good idea leaving you alone for seven days."
"I'm not alone mom. Sam is here, remember?"
"He's already eighteen and he can't even take care of himself."
"We have already spoke about that and you're not right. I have a lot to do so I'll call you tomorrow, okay?"
"I'll tell dad you're okay. Bye, I love you."
I heard Sam coming upstairs so I hid the box. I came out of the room with the blankets but Sam wasn't there. Nobody was. Just me. Confused I walked down and prepared our bedroom. It was already 11 p.m. and we were tired so we just slept.
In the morning, I woke up first. I prepared breakfast and called mom to tell her I'm okay. As I waited for Sam to wake up, I opened my notebook and started my essay for school. In the silence, I heard a scream from outside. I ignored it because nobody lives there so it must have been my imagination. After I finished writing, someone knocked at the front door. I wasn't sure if it was real so I waited if it would knock again. It did, louder this time. I ran to open the door and an old policeman was standing there. Well, I wasn't expecting that. I don't even know who I expected. My mom? Sam's dead grandfather?
"Hello miss, do you live there?" pointing at the house.
"Uhm, no sir. I'm here with my boyfriend. This house used to be his grandfather's. What ha-"
"Is your boyfriend Sam Brooks?"
"Yes, can you please tell me why are you here?"
"I'll explain. Can I go inside?" he looks nervous.
"Thank you." he walks in.
I wonder what he wants and how did he found us.
"May I bring you a coffee or something?" I ask when he sits on the old couch in the living room.
"Just water please." his smile is weird.
As I walk in the living room with water and some biscuits, I see the policeman talking to Sam.
"The bodies were found two weeks ago here in the basement, that's why the house still smells horrible." he looks even more nervous.
When they hear me coming, the policeman turns to look at me while Sam stands up and kisses my cheek. I sit on Sam's lap as the policeman explains to me.
"A young couple, like you are, was murdered here in this house."
Both of them are staring at me to see my reaction, but all I can say is:
"Who found them?" My stomach hurts and I feel like I'm going to throw up.
"Someone called the police from an unknown number, two hours later we came here, couldn't get there faster because the road is closed, and we found what that man described us. Two dead murdered bodies of a girl and a boy. Their parents didn't even knew they were here and didn't wanted to admit it was their children. How old are you guys?" he added.
"I'm eighteen and Claire is sixteen. Don't worry, both of our parents know we're here."
"I'm not worried about that. Just want you two to pack your things and go home before that guy catches you too." he is so confident.
"Why would he do that? We haven't done anything bad" This was a rhetorical question. Sam is scared, I can also see tears in his eyes. He probably reminded of his grandfather who hanged himself in this house, right over us. Sam took my arm and didn't let go until I said:
"What else do you know about that guy?"
"Well, nothing at all. As I said, you need to leave this place." he stands up and leaves. "Be careful, kids." as he closes the door, I can hear a loud thud.
Sam stares at me for a very long time that seems like hours, but it may have been just seconds.
"What are we going to do?" he asks, filled with fear.
"We should just ignore that and start with our plans. It was you who told me everything would be okay. The kids will come tomorrow so we have to get this place some life."
After lunch, we decided to look around the house.