The mystery house1/12/2024 ![]() Moonbeams splash and spill wildly in the rain. "Safe, safe, safe," the pulse of the house beat gladly. He left it, left her, went North, went East, saw the stars turned in the Southern sky sought the house, found it dropped beneath the Downs. Death was the glass death was between us, coming to the woman first, hundreds of years ago, leaving the house, sealing all the windows the rooms were darkened. So fine, so rare, coolly sunk beneath the surface the beam I sought always burned behind the glass. Out in the garden then? But the trees spun darkness for a wandering beam of sun. Oh, was that the buried treasure?Ī moment later the light had faded. "Safe, safe, safe" the pulse of the house beat softly. The shadow of a thrush crossed the carpet from the deepest wells of silence the wood pigeon drew its bubble of sound. Yet, the moment after, if the door was opened, spread about the floor, hung upon the walls, pendant from the ceiling-what? My hands were empty. If they moved in the drawing room, the apple only turned its yellow side. The windowpanes reflected apples, reflected roses all the leaves were green in the glass. And so down again, the garden still as ever, only the book had slipped into the grass.īut they had found it in the drawing room. "Perhaps its upstairs then?" The apples were in the loft. "What did I come in here for? What did I want to find?" My hands were empty. And then, tired of reading, one might rise and see for oneself, the house all empty, the doors standing open, only the wood pigeons bubbling with content and the hum of the threshing machine sounding from the farm. "Now they've found it,' one would be certain, stopping the pencil on the margin. "They're looking for it they're drawing the curtain," one might say, and so read on a page or two. "Quietly," they said, "or we shall wake them."īut it wasn't that you woke us. And he added, "Oh, but here tool" "It's upstairs," she murmured. From room to room they went, hand in hand, lifting here, opening there, making sure-a ghostly couple. Whatever hour you woke there was a door shutting.
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