For Flashback Friday I found a little story I wrote in June of (2004?). Before you ask, yes. This based on a true story. Enjoy!
Once I went into an abandoned house around the corner from where I used to live, just to take a look around.
It was nice in there- there was a beautiful oak staircase and beautiful oriental rugs on the floors and lace curtains in all of the windows.
There were no beer cans on the floor or rock band names spray painted on the walls. There were no dead animals in the walls and the air smelled musty but not bad.
The house had been empty for over 5 years.
I went from room to room and I opened closet doors and went through the linen cupboards.
Then I went into the bathroom and was surprised that it was so modern looking ( the house had been built in the 1920’s).
Inside the bathroom there was a white enamel bathtub and a matching sink and one of those free standing medicine cabinets that made this clicking noise whenever you opened or closed the door.
I had trouble opening the mirrored door and after I did I wasn’t sorry because unlike the other closets and cupboards I’d looked through the medicine cabinet had something inside of it.
I found some old brown bottles ( with handwritten labels ) and next to the bottles I found an old hat pin with a little red bead on the top.
I remember I touched the bottles and I touched the hat pin and I thought, ” wow, you could take an eye out with that thing. “
It was a jumbled thought that came from nowhere- like a random conversation you catch when you walk by people talking on a busy street- but all of the sudden that sense of adventure was gone and I really could see myself stumbling around in this abandoned house that no one ever went into with a hat pin in my eye.
I put my hand to my face and ran my finger along my eyelid and when I had convinced myself everything was okay I closed the medicine cabinet door.
I actually opened it again, just to make sure that hat pin was still there. I backed away from the sink into the hall ( no way was I going to turn my back on that room )and shut the bathroom door.
I stood there holding it shut and I remember thinking , ” if that knob turns in my hand I WILL lose my mind.”
I had to take my left hand and pry my right hand off of the glass door knob and I remember holding my hand to my chest and all I could think of was that hat pin and how I should check on it again.
Or maybe I told myself I should forget the pin and just get out now…
So I walked slowly down the stairs and back to the kitchen and just before I get to the door the faucet in the kitchen sinks starts to drip.
I stood there in by the door which was shut ( did I shut it? did I shut it? It was OPEN Anita!) and I watched water drip from a faucet that hadn’t had water running through it for years.
And then from right above the kitchen- where the bathroom was -I heard a metallic click.
I opened the kitchen door very slowly and I walked out of that house very slowly because I remember thinking if I don’t run….
it wouldn’t chase me.
I kept checking my eye over and over again- in fact by the end of the day I had rubbed the lid raw.
They tore the house down that Summer.
And I’m willing to bet that somewhere buried under the foundation of one of those new houses they put on the Abandoned House’s Lot…
is a hat pin with a little red bead on the top.