Capítulo 11: Act 2, Chapter 3
You decided to avoid the upper floor as much as possible, at least for today.
A repairman would be coming tomorrow for the bedroom window and hopefully you wouldn't have to deal with it after that.
And as much as you didn't want to, you had to go upstairs, you had to get ready for bed.
With your favorite pyjamas on, the door of the study room caught your eye.
Since yesterday you wanted to get one of the many books out to read but you had forgotten.
"While I'm here..." you muttered to yourself and just a few seconds later the study room door was open and you were standing in front of one of the bookshelves.
You promised yourself to just run back downstairs if you felt weird or something weird was happening.
Not that you would have to think about running if you were in such a situation.
You read through the titles on the spines of the books, if it spoke to you, you read through the back.
Unfortunately, rarely did a title speak to you enough to make you read the back and not one book managed to convince you to read it.
Some of the books were about medical stuff, others were accumulated cookery and telephone books, some antique works and there were even some books of the paranormal in the book collection.
After the third shelf you had given up so you only halfheartedly searched the fourth and last one, not even bothering to bend down to search the bottom row for a book you would want to read.
A little disappointed you left the study and went down the stairs.
You watched TV until you got tired and made yourself comfortable in the guest room, you even nodded away for a moment on the couch in the living room.
But even in the guest room you were denied a restful sleep.
You kept waking up and your body seemed to refuse to rest.
Finally you woke up by the sunlight which danced unfriendly directly in your eye, as if the world was having fun teasing you.
The repairman wanted to come at 12, now it was 9 a.m so you still had enough time to get up.
You made yourself breakfast and then went upstairs, the shower felt amazing even though it was insanely quick.
When you left the bedroom fully dressed your gaze slid to the study room's door whuch was a crack open.
You swallowed hard, when you went up you didn't check if it was completely closed but you were sure you closed it last night.
Pale in the face you approached the door, you wanted to close it but then you noticed the dark green something on the corner of the table which you could see from the gap.
You bravely walked into the room.
On the table was a green book, it was facing the table so you couldn't see what the book was about and there was no text on the back to indicate it.
You picked it up, turned it over, but there was no title either.
Where did it come from?
Your eyes scanned the bookshelves, in the bottom row of the last one you looked at yesterday, a book was missing.
It was probably the one you were holding in your hands now.
A chill ran down your spine.
It definitely wasn't you, was it?
"Everything seems to be fine with the window." the craftsman admitted before stepping back helplessly.
"Oh.." it just came from you, you didn't know anything else to say.
,,Are you sure that you always closed it correctly? If you don't close it properly, a small gust of wind is enough to open it." he explained.
"Yes...but it didn't open all of a sudden all the time either, so it could well be that I didn't close it properly from time to time.." you said, convincing yourself as well with your explanation.
You led him out and said goodbye to him at the door.
"I'm sorry for stealing your time unnecessarily." you apologize, but he just said it was fine.
Shortly after his company car pulled out of your driveway and eventually disappeared behind the trees.
You found that you didn't like being in your house, at least not alone.
You closed the window in the bedroom yesterday before you went to the bathroom so that it wasn't so cold when you only came out with only a towel before getting dressed.
After that you were no longer up there until you led the craftsman to the problem.
When you opened the door, you were surprised to find that the window was closed, quite unusual.
Normally it was open again every morning, but not this time.
You were also a bit disappointed that there didn't seem to be a problem with the window so you couldn't explain why it kept opening and it would certainly keep opening itself in the future.
The repair guy was only there for an hour which meant it was only 1pm, the rest of the day was all yours.
You didn't have anything concrete planned for the next two to three days either, you wanted to give yourself some rest.
After you woke up this morning and sat in front of the TV, a report was running about how particulary young people were sleeping less and less on average, which could lead to mental health problems, severe memory issues and in extreme cases even hallucinations.
You had to admit that you hadn't slept properly since you moved in four days ago, even the last few nights at home you had a hard time falling asleep with all the excitement.
And for a good week you've always been busy with something, especially physically.
You had helped your parents clear out your stuff out of your soon-to-be old room and sort out everything you wanted to take with you, sell or donate.
It all took several days, of course, and since you arrived here you had done a lot.
Cleaned everything, sorted your stuff in and got some other stuff out and visited your great-uncle.
You felt heard, seen, explained by the report on TV.
You thought you were going to lose your mind, but now everything that had happened before seemed a little more explainable.
The book that was lying on the table in the study room was in your hand when you opened the door to the conservatory, the thick and hot air almost choking you.
The door to the outside was difficult to open, it kept getting stuck and you had to lift it to make it slide properly along the rails.
You opened it as wide as you could to get as much air in as possible.
The conservatory was the only room you hadn't really been in so the hot and stuffy air took your breath away quiet literally.
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