The Cursed House

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Located just outside a small town, far back into the countryside, is a place unknown to most. Down a long, flat and uninspiring road, is a house with unique character. This house wouldn’t be considered the ideal home for a family. Residing at this particular home was a little black rain cloud that permanently inhabited day in and day out.

The house was constructed in 1985, young at heart. It’s potential to be a place of happiness aged over time, and turned into a place to escape.

The house was a typical structured mobile home, on one level, with four bedrooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen, dining room, family room, and living room. Its main exterior and interior were the same shade of brown found under a patch of grass, musty and unappealing for a home. This color kept the home from ever looking clean and fresh. The color was used in the madness of the designer, displayed on the walls, carpets, doors, and siding.

All the rooms in this house were cluttered by the family’s possessions that never found an organized style. The worst of these rooms was the kitchen. The kitchen was the main room for entertainment. For family events, the residents would gather around a table etched in memories of permanent marker from the children who thought they were artists. The kitchens original design had brown daisy wallpaper to match the overall dull brown interior. The ceiling was one of the very few things in white, with faded worm shapes inspired by the myth that if a spaghetti noodle stuck to the ceiling, it was done.

The hardwood flooring that ran through the home would have given the presence of taste, if it were not consumed by the dust bunnies that survived and created a colony. Etched deep into the natural look of an untouched for...

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... snow would filter down from above and purify the homes surroundings bringing a quiet and peaceful setting.

Throughout the seasons, the house continued to age and fall apart. Tears and holes would appear and be left unfixed. No matter how horrible and unsettling the atmosphere, the family continued to stay because it wasn’t the right time to leave. Even with all the clutter, dust and imperfections, the house continued to stand and hold the family together as its captives.

Eventually, twenty three years from when it was built the family found a new location and moved, breaking free from the curse of the home. Moving away from the house and the little black rain cloud, far off into another countryside where happy memories could finally be made. Nowhere near any dry and uninspiring color of brown that resembled the overall dysfunction of the place they once lived.

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