But in all her disbelief, there was still something strange about this particular room. It felt slightly damp; cold even. Maybe one of the windows were not properly sealed and the night air was seeping through it.
The good thing about it was; at least it was neat. She had house sat one weekend at the Hartfield's home and they didn't even bother to clean the place up. Cat hair everywhere, magazines out of place, the joint was just in shambles. "Never again" she thought to herself as an agitated line crept across her temples.
Inquisitively, she gazed at the pictures on the wall. It was nothing special; as a matter of fact; it wasn't interesting at all. No black and white photos of distant relatives; or anything of significance that tied to the family. Most of the pictures were of symbols only. "Hmm...that's boring and strange" she thought.
With her hands resting snugly in her back pockets she inched her way around the room. Not looking in front of her, she stumbled into a stool. "Shoot!" she hissed as a dull ache permeated her toes."Why is this place so cluttered? And why are there so many chairs in this tiny corner?" She wanted to move them and space them out, but resisted the urge to come in someone else's home and start rearranging the place.
None of the chairs matched and at first they all looked odd and out of place. "With all the money these folks got, they could at least buy matching furniture."
Tossing her hair over her shoulders, she turned and started to the door. Just then a frightening thought popped into her head. She glanced back at the circle of chairs again and then it hit her. Her belly twisted in knots as her breathing grew hitched.
"They have seances in here! What the eff?"
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