Something brushed my
big toe. I screamed. Emboldened by my fear, another cockroach skittered across
my foot. The whirlwind activity of my big move had energized the winged
creatures. They flaunted their courage even when lights blazed in every room.
Their temerity reminded me why I decided to move.
My cousin Leda’s voice
echoed from the empty living room. “That’s the third time you’ve screamed in
five minutes. You should be used to your roaches by now.”
“I’ll never get used to
them. That is why I’m moving.”
“I thought it was
because you basically stole that gorgeous house.”
“The realtor said it’s
a buyer’s market.” My defensive words brought back my own misgivings, but my
mind’s image of the Victorian mansion with its turret and brown shutters erased
them.
I held back most of my
screams as I finished packing and toting the items I didn’t trust to the movers.
I breathed a sigh of relief when Leda and I carried the last of the smaller
boxes into the hallway. I closed the door with an aching tongue and a relieved
mind.
By the time, we reached
the new house, my tongue stopped hurting, but my heart raced with excitement.
My cousin and I lingered outside as the movers finished the heavy lifting. I claimed
a corner of the living room to survey my new surroundings and point movers in
the right direction when they looked confused. Leda kept me company when she
wasn’t walking from room to room with anime eyes. When the workmen finally cleared
out, we hefted boxes of treasures too precious to trust with into the spacious
living room.
“This hideous picture
is still here?” Leda paused in front of the large canvas on the wall facing the
window.
I gently placed my box
of knickknacks on the floor. Turning to face the painting, I surveyed it
slowly, hoping that another viewing would change my opinion. A human figure
outlined in purple leapt off of a green and orange swirled background. Swirls
of gold popped out at the corners, causing me to blink as they caught the light.
“As the new owner, I
declare this monstrosity retired.” I announced elegantly and stepped forward to
lift the painting from the wall.
Surprised by the weight
of the antique frame, I stumbled. The painting fell from my hands and slammed
into the floor. I reached out to catch myself and found my hands resting
against the bare studs inside the wall. The painting hid a ragged hole big
enough for me to hide inside. As I leaned against the studs, I realized I may
not have been the first to make that observation.
A desiccated corpse
grinned gruesomely up at me. My eyes locked on empty eye sockets. A gargle
escaped my throat. Leda stepped forward and grabbed my elbow.
“Did you bring a
cockroach with you?” Her soft giggle subsided as she peered over my shoulder.
“No.” I whispered
through clenched teeth.
She leaned back, and I
pushed myself away from the wall. We turned slowly, each waiting for the other
to speak.
“I think I know why I
got such a great deal.” I said.
Leda nodded. “So what
should we do?”
“Call the cops?”
“And move back into
your old apartment?”
I paused to consider
her words. “Oh no…”
“Oh yes. If this place
becomes a crime scene…”
We gazed at each other
in silence. I stepped forward to peer into the hole again. As I leaned over to
admit light, I noticed a folded sheet of paper between two fingers of the right
hand. Without thinking, I snatched it. The yellowed paper rustled in my hand as
I opened it. Then it dissolved into dust.
“That won’t help us
much.” Leda said.
“I guess not.” I
frowned.
“What do you think
happened?”
“I don’t know. The
person I bought the house from was about our age, so I don’t think they
killed…” I paused to survey the remnants of lace around the body’s neck. “Her.”
“Probably inherited the
problem.” Leda offered a shadowy attempt at a smile.
“Maybe they didn’t
know?”
Leda laughed.
“Okay. For the price I
paid, they had to know.”
“We could do research?”
“Or we could just cover
up the hole and forget we saw anything.”
Leda shook her head.
I sighed. “I guess
we’ll let the cops figure it out?”
Leda shook her head
again. “I just think we shouldn’t live with someone else’s mistake.”
“What are you
thinking?” I looked at her intently.
“We could easily fit
our friend into one of your larger moving boxes.”
“And have the movers
come and get it?” I started to laugh nervously.
“Of course not. The two
of us should be able to heft it. We can just take it to the dump.”
“But…” All my moral
concerns failed to flood from my lips.
Thus, I found myself at
the dump with my cousin, pushing a heavy box down into a gaping hole in the
ground. We brushed our hands against our chests with a shiver as the box
tumbled away from us into the trash chasm. We turned slowly toward the car,
maintaining our silence until the gates of the dump completely disappeared in
my rearview mirror.
I tried to forget what
I had done, but the wizened corpse haunted me in my dreams. I settled into my
house, but I felt the woman watching me from every corner. She held more sway
in the living room. Leda helped me replace the battered wall with fresh drywall
and cover the whole room in a bright golden hue, but darkness seemed to creep
out of the corners. When Leda visited, she insisted we spend time in the
kitchen at the back of the house or poking around in the drafty attic.
Our efforts to
transform that space into a cozy game room finally brought me peace. As we
poked through the last pile of crumbling papers and dusty books, my hand rested
on a leather-bound volume with half the pages ripped out. Spidery, antiquated
handwriting covered the first couple of remaining pages. I tossed it into the
top of the rubbish bin. Leda scooped it up with a laugh.
“Don’t be rude. It
looks like the house left you its journal. You should at least see what she had
to tell you.”
I shivered, rolled my
eyes, and went back to scanning the last few pages on the nearest shelf.
Assured that they didn’t hold vital information, I threw them away. As I opened
my mouth to proudly declare the job done, Leda gasped.
I looked up at her.
“What is it?”
“Listen to this,” she held
the book up and began reading.
“I have torn out most of my dark thoughts. You can’t
have them any more than you can have my house. I will be here forever. No one
will make a home here. I shall take my poison and hide myself within its heart.
If they don’t find me, my spirit shall linger on and haunt this place. If they
do find me, they will never be able to live in a place with such a horrific
past.”
I stared at her and a
burden seemed to rise from me, taking the darkness with it.
***
In honor of the season, I thought this needed to see the light of day.
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