“Greg, hurry up and help me load the rest of these boxes into the house.” Anna called to her husband.
Anna could already see the eye roll going on in her husband’s head as he continued his conversation with one of the movers about who even knows what.
“Coming dear!” yelled Greg
Greg had just recently inherited a house from his grandparents, the very house in which him and Anna were moving into. Greg had always admired his grandparents’ house. It was a beautiful two story house on the countryside, it had plenty of yard for his two dogs, Rocky and Bullwink. They were named after his wife’s favorite cartoon. The whole house was full of memories made and to be made all except for one room. The first thing you see when the front door opens. Greg’s grandfather had always warned him, never to go into the room at the end of the hall. Now, Greg has the keys. Now, his grandfather has no control.
After thanking the movers and making sure they’d been paid, the young couple turned to face the empty two story house. That evening they had sandwiches for dinner, moved some boxes around, and went straight to bed. Greg woke around two thirty in the morning after hearing a series of...