The front of the house was dark, The porch looked like no one had been there in a very long time. the swing was hanging by one chain, sort of swaying in the little breeze there was. Sections of the porch rail were gone, from the looks of the rot in the post, they had been a long time.
Looking around the house showed signs of neglect and misuse for years. Windows were either broken out completely or boarded up. The paint was peeling, and in many places down to bare wood.
The eyes watched as he approached the porch, boards creaked as he stepped up on to it. Turning first to his left then the right, he found nothing unusual about the porch of the old run down house. He tried the door. At one time it had been a very handsome door, with a fancy window, and carving, now, though it looked like the rest of the house, run down and beat to death. The door slowly swung in in, in fact too quietly. he noted. a quick glance at he hinges showed they had been oiled recently so they wouldn't squeak. The hair on the back of his neck stood up,. He wondered what else had been done in the old house. A tour of the downstairs showed it pretty much as it had been, the last time anyone had lived there. 75 years ago or so. When the murder had taken place.
Upon finding the body of the lady of the house, and her Husband laying in the living room, it was declared a murder by person or persons unknown, probably from outside of the house. The police of the day didn't always get their man, in fact most of the time they didn't.
The living room still had the blood stained carpet where they died. The rest of the room looked untouched, the parlor was also covered in dust and cobwebs, The baby grand piano sat quiet. The curtains were faded, Pictures that hung in the light were equally faded.. He smelled the unmistakable smell of mold and must thought the house.
Slowly he had a eerie feeling he wasn't alone. He felt like he was being watched. He looked around more closely, his hand went to his holster, pulling out his Smith & Wesson M&P 9mm, he advanced on the hall slowly. Out of the corner of his eye he thought he saw movement down the hall. The hall was probably 20 feet long lined with pictures, and a couple of sconces high on the wall for light, Needless to say they weren't working now. He though he heard voices. Voices from a empty house. In the back Kitchen, where the cooking was done, he stepped into a time warp. There stood the dead couple dressed as they were found 75 years ago. They seemed very much alive to him. standing talking , not sure about what. it was as if he didn't exist. Like he was looking through a window into their world. He could smell the smells of the kitchen stove and see the sunlight streaming in the window. She turned and stormed out the kitchen, Right past him, almost walking over him. He followed. only he did walk right through him.
As he reached the Living room he heard him say
" “You don't get to decide that" With that he pulled out his pistol and shot her. Just as suddenly he turned the gun to himself and blew his brains out. The sound of the gun going off in close quarters was defining. As he stood in shock watching history play itself out, more questions were answered. The handyman that worked for them came running when he heard the shots, and found them dead. He was obviously very upset of the murder/suicide of his employer. He took the gun and ran off with it thus setting the stage for the areas most notorious unsolved murders in 100 years. Now he knew the truth. Would anyone believe him? Did it matter after 75 years? He backed out of the living room door into the foyer and front door. Suddenly he remembered he still had his gun in his hand. he put it away and stepped out the front door. His ears still ringing from the shots. The sunlight blinded him for a minute, then he could see again, He was home again, in 2014. The house was just as decrepit as it was when he walked up there on the disturbing the peace call 20 minutes ago. He knew his peace was disturbed
Looking around the house showed signs of neglect and misuse for years. Windows were either broken out completely or boarded up. The paint was peeling, and in many places down to bare wood.
The eyes watched as he approached the porch, boards creaked as he stepped up on to it. Turning first to his left then the right, he found nothing unusual about the porch of the old run down house. He tried the door. At one time it had been a very handsome door, with a fancy window, and carving, now, though it looked like the rest of the house, run down and beat to death. The door slowly swung in in, in fact too quietly. he noted. a quick glance at he hinges showed they had been oiled recently so they wouldn't squeak. The hair on the back of his neck stood up,. He wondered what else had been done in the old house. A tour of the downstairs showed it pretty much as it had been, the last time anyone had lived there. 75 years ago or so. When the murder had taken place.
Upon finding the body of the lady of the house, and her Husband laying in the living room, it was declared a murder by person or persons unknown, probably from outside of the house. The police of the day didn't always get their man, in fact most of the time they didn't.
The living room still had the blood stained carpet where they died. The rest of the room looked untouched, the parlor was also covered in dust and cobwebs, The baby grand piano sat quiet. The curtains were faded, Pictures that hung in the light were equally faded.. He smelled the unmistakable smell of mold and must thought the house.
Slowly he had a eerie feeling he wasn't alone. He felt like he was being watched. He looked around more closely, his hand went to his holster, pulling out his Smith & Wesson M&P 9mm, he advanced on the hall slowly. Out of the corner of his eye he thought he saw movement down the hall. The hall was probably 20 feet long lined with pictures, and a couple of sconces high on the wall for light, Needless to say they weren't working now. He though he heard voices. Voices from a empty house. In the back Kitchen, where the cooking was done, he stepped into a time warp. There stood the dead couple dressed as they were found 75 years ago. They seemed very much alive to him. standing talking , not sure about what. it was as if he didn't exist. Like he was looking through a window into their world. He could smell the smells of the kitchen stove and see the sunlight streaming in the window. She turned and stormed out the kitchen, Right past him, almost walking over him. He followed. only he did walk right through him.
As he reached the Living room he heard him say
" “You don't get to decide that" With that he pulled out his pistol and shot her. Just as suddenly he turned the gun to himself and blew his brains out. The sound of the gun going off in close quarters was defining. As he stood in shock watching history play itself out, more questions were answered. The handyman that worked for them came running when he heard the shots, and found them dead. He was obviously very upset of the murder/suicide of his employer. He took the gun and ran off with it thus setting the stage for the areas most notorious unsolved murders in 100 years. Now he knew the truth. Would anyone believe him? Did it matter after 75 years? He backed out of the living room door into the foyer and front door. Suddenly he remembered he still had his gun in his hand. he put it away and stepped out the front door. His ears still ringing from the shots. The sunlight blinded him for a minute, then he could see again, He was home again, in 2014. The house was just as decrepit as it was when he walked up there on the disturbing the peace call 20 minutes ago. He knew his peace was disturbed
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