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After moving house, I couldn’t fail to be inspired by Bekindrewrite‘s Inspiration – Count the windows. Sorry for it’s late entry, will try harder.
Count the windows
‘I’m so pleased that we moved.’
‘Me too. So much more space to move around in, more space to relax in.’
‘The extra rooms will be really useful.’
‘Sure will. Let’s count the windows …’
They stood hand in hand gazing at their new acquisition. The big lottery win had got them the house they had dreamed of.
‘There’s our room.’ she pointed to the window in the top left corner of the yellow sandstone facade.
‘… then the en suite …’
‘… then the study you always wanted …’
‘… the nursery …’ he patted her bulging belly.
‘… the spare bedroom, for when your mother visits.’
‘Yep, right next to baby’s room – she can do the grandmother bit in the mornings’
They laughed and hugged each other, struggling to believe that the house with the sweeping gravel drive and wisteria covered frontage was really theirs.
‘What about that window?’ she pointed to the window not yet explored.
‘There are no other rooms on that floor … have we counted right?
He pointed to each window in turn, recounting the room behind it quietly to himself. As his finger reached the last room, the hair on his neck prickled.
A small grey face appeared, framed in a lower pane …
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Inspired by Bekindrewrite Inspiration Monday of 9 April 2012
(c) 2012, K Patrick Moody
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Absolutely awesome!
Really enjoyed the story and the end was not at all what was expected going by the way the story was flowing. Excellent work!
Thanks for the like and the comment, Spider!
You need to visit Chambercombe Manor in Ilfracombe Mr Moody, they too have a story about windows! Spooky!
In 1738 Jan Vye the current occupier had to make some repairs to the house, on looking up he saw the outline of a window not noticed before. Baffled, he considered each room internally.
Finally he went upstairs and knocked on the wall where he thought the window might be and heard it echo back at him. He then rushed outside to fetch his pick axe and without futher thought proceded to knock the wall down. He soon discovered a secret room which had been bricked up for many years and on the remains of a bedstead was a skeleton of a woman. To hear the rest of this tragic story join one of our guided tours, which usually lasts approximately one hour.
This is from Chambercombe Manor in Ilfracombe, a very enjoyable trip out if you are in the area, however Ilfracombe town centre can be avoided at all costs!
Woo! Thanks Mrs B! Sounds like I need a trip to Devon, glorious Devon. Perhaps there is some kind of psychic link …
Thanks for your visit, always nice to see you.
So. Cool. Love the sweetness in this piece, capped off by an excellent mystery!
Welcome back! It’s okay it’s late. I’ll link it this week. : )
Thanks Stephanie!
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Creepy. Didn’t anticipate that ending.
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Ah, love it! I had forgotten this one (ironic), but it IS perfect for this month’s prompt.
Hi Steph – trying to re-inspire the scratchy pen, so hopefully something new next time!