Thirty Days in the House - John Reeves (phonics books .TXT) 📗

30 Days in the House


Day 1

Our fist day in the house has shown us we underestimated the work ahead. The movers are on there way with our things, and some of the rooms are severely damaged. John has been working frantically to get two spots in the floor repaired. Once the furniture gets here the job would be twice as hard. He really is the best husband in the world.
John had told me, "Cathy...you're never going to believe what I found." To be honest I had no clue what he'd been talking about. "I found our dream house. That one we can grow old together in." We'd had the discussion of finding a house. We couldn't raise a family in the Paddock Club Apartments. I wasn't sure if it was the house for us, but once I went inside I knew it was perfect.


Day 2

There was a wreck in Nashville that had slowed the movers down. By noon they were pulling our furniture off the moving truck. We'd slept on a make-shift bed last night, but I'd actually got a really good night's sleep. Not that we don't welcome the bed and furnishings, because we so want to get this moving thing over and done.
I've used the night to unpack boxes, and add normalcy to our new home. The place is huge, and it could be difficult to fill this place. Perhaps it was bigger than we needed, but we can definitely grow into it. The place is absolutely perfect. There isn't one thing I'd change or make different. I've never felt so at home in a new place. John feels the same way, he's even talked about working on the novel again.


Day 3

John says the wooden siding on the house is in good shape, although it needs paint. There were parts of the roof that need repaired. We clearly bought the house in a buyers market, and could easily afford to put a new roof on it. Several of the windows were busted, however we'd planned to put the energy efficient windows all the way around the house.
I thought we might need some throw rugs. The hardwood floors can get cold in the winter time. We also need some curtain, or blinds, right now we're using bed sheets to cover the windows. Of course the closest neighbor is more than 1000 yards away, so privacy is no issue. We'll fix it up more cosmetically, when we make sure it's structurally sufficient.


Day 4

We found a secret room in the basement today. Someone had nailed boards over the entrance, and John couldn't figure why there would be that much dead space. He was right it was a storage closet attached to the basement. There were several boxes in the little room, but nothing that seemed to be a treasure.
We're still going to have to go out to eat, because the kitchen has still not been totally put together. The plumber will be here tomorrow to replace the kitchen sink, and the delivery man from Lowes should be here tomorrow as well. We had to buy a new range. Things really are coming together great. I absolutely love our new house.


Day 5

There was a gun shot, and although I was dreaming the content seemed very real. The dream alone might not had been alarming, but when I woke up the bathroom was full of steam. Nobody had been in that bathroom all night. Later in the day I pipe broke, and John seems to believe that was the cause of the steamed up bathroom.
I had a couple of glasses of wine with dinner. I must confess, I'm a little tipsy. I'm comfortable tonight in my bed, despite the horror that played out in my nightmare the night before. It's strange how sometimes a nightmare can be so bad, then the next night you can't remember what it was about, or why it scared you to begin with.


Day 6

We bought a generator today. John was convinced it would pay for itself in one middle Tennessee winter. I know I'd hate to be stuck way out here without power, so there was no way I'd argue with that purchase. There was a lady working at the hardware shop that asked us to come join her church. Neither John or myself are the church going type. It was nice though.
The kitchen was still out of order. We ate at an Olive Garden on the highway. John likes Italian food. When we arrived back home the television was turned on. I was sure that it wasn't on when we left, and the volume was turned up to the point it was almost loud. It was turned to a local channel dedicated to the area real estate and auto sales. Neither of us would had been on that channel.


Day 7

The sex with my husband last night was incredible. John was like an animal. I can honestly say it had been awhile since he worked me like that. The sex is one part of our relationship that had never been in question. Last night however, he took it all the way like when we first started dating. He ravished my body as if he'd been refrained from sex.
We laughed a little about some of the occurrences that we'd experienced. There was no seriousness when talking about the place being haunted. However I'm not totally convinced that nothing paranormal is happening here. Little things that I cannot explain keep happening. Nothing major and no big deal, but things are happening.


Day 8

I remember the nightmare as clearly as if it had really happened. There was a dog, I don't know what kind, but it was huge. Not only was it huge, but it was mean, and not just mean...that goddamn dog wanted to kill me. It was outside looking for a way to get in, and I was looking for a place to hide. There was no question that the dog could get in. It was just a matter of how long it would take him.
I told John about the disturbing dream. He seems to think it's my subconscious telling me to adopt a dog. "We have the room here for a dog." John said to me. I didn't want to adopt a dog after a nightmare like that. Sometime men simply do not get it. "We could get a little one." I don't want to adopt a fucking dog. I don't care If I ever see another dog in my life.


Day 9

Today was a strange day. It began when I heard John interviewing himself in the bathroom. He even referred to the interviewer as Bob. Still wet from his morning shower, he stood there in front of the mirror asking and answering his own questions. I listened to him for a moment, before going back to pretend I hadn't woke up yet.
When we went down stairs to have breakfast off of the new range, we were shocked to find the front door wide open. Finally there was something that John couldn't account for. He dead bolted the door, he knew he'd locked that front door. The conversations we had about the place after that were not comical in nature.


Day 10

John had a nightmare last, unlike me he