The Countdown to Halloween continues and I have a question for you:
There empty rooms in the attic for rent,
the stairs are sound, the floor is sound the roof is sound too
one of the rooms in furnished
that’s the room my Aunt used to live in before…before didn’t have use for it anymore.
It’s still furnished because I don’t have the heart to empty it.
If you don’t like what’s there, well. I hope your do. If you don’t you’ll have to pack it up
yourself- is that okay?
Good. Good. Splendid.
It is charming as it is, isn’t it?
Yes, everything is clean- no dust, no mold, Mr. Price takes care of this floor. He’s the
gardener but as you can see, it’s all about maintenance and not so much about
Still, he does keep the woodwork polished, he plumps the cushions. He vacuums and
sweeps and opens the windows daily when the weather allows.
No. No rats, no mice, a few spiders now and then but they keep to themselves.
Now here are the rooms that are empty- as you can see they have been well
They’re aired out and dusted, the windows are polished on schedule. Yes it is very
bright in all of the empty rooms. My Aunt was a painter and a sculpture so she insisted
on those windows always being cared for. Old habits die hard, don’t they?
Well. I suppose I don’t mind telling you.
My Aunt is no longer with us- she, we had a tragedy and she died. It’s been six years- six
years on November 1st, as a matter of fact.
She passed in the hallway. We think she was going into the studio here at the time.
Please go on in, take a look around. It is the biggest room up here and you can certainly
it for anything you-
What’s that? Here, let me take a look.
It looks like a bottle, perhaps it was one of my Aunt’s medicine bottles. Yes it is
strange. It’s empty too. Perhaps she was going to store something in it, maybe she was
going to throw it away. I honestly couldn’t say.
I understand, you have a few other places to look at today.
Well. Of course please do think about it and get back to me when you can.
The Landlady heard the door at the bottom of the stairs open, the potential tenant was making
small talk with the housekeeper and then she heard the attic door shut.
She was still holding the empty medicine bottle in her hand, she thought about not
putting back on the windowsill, but it wouldn’t matter where she put it. It would turn
up again, like it always has since the night her Aunt swallowed everything that was
inside of it and died looking out the window to the grounds below.
It’s a shame, she thought.
They are a lovely set of rooms and at night when the moon is shining it lights them up
and the shadows from the trees dance on the walls and her Aunt dances with them the way
she did before she died.
Old habits, as I mentioned earlier
die hard- some though never die at all.