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Elsa ✨ Jade 💎 ([personal profile] elsajade) wrote2014-07-04 04:15 pm

Welcome home

Her name was Evie. (Short for Evelyn). She kissed my boyfriend in ninth grade. I broke up with him, but one year later, and we're back together.
I found her on a social networking site. I added her as a friend out of spite; to see if she was {ballsy} enough to accept.
She accepted. I noticed her profile picture looked unique. I clicked on it and scrolled through her photos. I didn't remember her being this pretty.
My boyfriend insisted that she was cool and nothing was going on. We had mutual friends, and I eventually took him to her house with me.
I couldn't believe my eyes. It was a small house, cute on the outside. The living room was painted grey with black trim. Even the furniture was black; the tables, shelves, leather couches, and lamps. Along the left wall was a series of shelves, top to bottom, side to side - filled with DVDs. They were all in order by genre. There was a small {puppet} hanging in front of the horror section. Its eyes were black with blood drawn down its face. It was wearing a hooded black robe.
Part of me felt uneasy being in here, but at the same time, it felt right. Walking down the hall toward the bathroom was what made me feel uneasy. The bathroom is painted red. Since a child, bring surrounded by red has always frightened me. It was a very classy design, with 1950's decorations hanging on the walls, but for some reason, I couldn't stand it.
Being in the hallway itself gave off an eerie feeling. It was always significantly colder than the rest of the house.
The back room was painted black. It used to be her older brother's room, and he was really into metal. That room gave me a sense of security, but the closer I got to the door, the more uneasy I felt.
There were two other rooms in the hallway. Hers and her mom's. Her mom's room was cozy. Her room was painted sky blue with black accents. I felt safe in her room, but only when she was in it.
I'm not one to believe in spirits, but I could FEEL them.
The kitchen made me a little uneasy, but only because of the stories I had heard. Her mom, Lynn, told me many stories of being home alone and experiencing odd things in the kitchen. Once she saw a figure standing right outside that kitchen window. After she told me that, I was scared to look out the window.
The basement was the worst part, but that's something I'll save for a different entry.

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