Confusion is probably the largest cloud that hangs over the mind. You have so many mixed signals and so many different emotions going toward one subject that you feel your mind is being pulled every which way without any hope for a release. Sometimes, the best way to tackle the confusion plaguing you is to talk it out and hope an answer shines through.
I stared out the window, the trees and grass zooming by and making everything blur together into lines of green and yellow. Sitting in the car may be where I was but I existed in my imagination, thinking of every possible thing that could go wrong. Why must brains seduce you into intense anxiety?
My thoughts were interrupted by my nosey mother. "What's on your mind?"
I glanced over at her and back to the window.
"I know," she started, turning down the curving back roads. "You want to go back to Appleton, but my job won't allow it. Besides, you'll love this place. There's so much to do here in Smithton."
I rolled my eyes at her. It's as if I hadn't been reading up on the town in the last few weeks before the big move. Outside of grocery stores and a few restaurants, there really isn't much to do at all. Maybe I can find some friends hanging around a library? That made me giggle a little.
Finally, we made it to town. As we drove, there was nothing but single story buildings that looked like they'd been there for decades, small houses lined up beside them. This town was the actual definition of a small town and I wasn't fond of it. How was I supposed to meet new people?
Eventually, we made it to our new home. It was right at the corner of a four way street. Perfect, we'll be able to hear an endless stream of cars zooming by and their headlights shining through my window every day and night.
I helped my mom carrying boxes into the house from the U-Haul we rented. It wasn't that big, as it was just she and I living together.
The house was nothing too fancy, it was a single story, blue house with green shutters on the window to the right of the door. The opposite side of the door held the garage. I wondered why we didn't park in there, but remembering we drove the U-Haul truck and not our car, I shrugged that question aside.
It wasn't too difficult to find my room. I stepped inside and it looked cozy enough. It wasn't anything big. It had a large window facing the door, and a closet on the wall closest to the door, which could hold an okay amount of shirts. I'm sure two people could fit comfortably in there.
I dropped the box onto the floor when I saw some writing on the inside of the closet. That wasn't there when we looked at the house last week. Where did it come from? Who wrote it?
The words were, 'Beware the bathtub!' This actually looked like something out of a horror movie.
Out of curiosity, I made my way to the bathroom closest to my room. The place had two bathrooms. Rather odd choice for a small house, but one has a shower and the other has a bathtub. I flicked on the lights. Nothing was there, to my surprise, and disappointment.
Maybe there was something wrong with the water coming out of it? I turned the knob and the water came out just fine, clear and all.
I thought nothing more of it and went back to my room to unpack a few things. It wasn't much, but for now we had brought just enough with us to sleep for the night.
That night, I was lying awake in the mattress I had planted on the floor. I couldn't sleep, hearing the house settling, the cars zooming by, everything just worsening my anxiety. Not to mention the message written in the closet. What did that even mean? Who would break into a house and leave messages around to scare people?
I sat straight up when I heard a scream coming from the other room. It was my mom. I jumped to my feet and ran to her. The light was on in her bathroom. I opened the door and stepped inside. She was gone.
I turned to the mirror, fogged up by the steam of the previously ran shower, a message appeared. 'Oops, beware the shower'
I stared out the window, the trees and grass zooming by and making everything blur together into lines of green and yellow. Sitting in the car may be where I was but I existed in my imagination, thinking of every possible thing that could go wrong. Why must brains seduce you into intense anxiety?
My thoughts were interrupted by my nosey mother. "What's on your mind?"
I glanced over at her and back to the window.
"I know," she started, turning down the curving back roads. "You want to go back to Appleton, but my job won't allow it. Besides, you'll love this place. There's so much to do here in Smithton."
I rolled my eyes at her. It's as if I hadn't been reading up on the town in the last few weeks before the big move. Outside of grocery stores and a few restaurants, there really isn't much to do at all. Maybe I can find some friends hanging around a library? That made me giggle a little.
Finally, we made it to town. As we drove, there was nothing but single story buildings that looked like they'd been there for decades, small houses lined up beside them. This town was the actual definition of a small town and I wasn't fond of it. How was I supposed to meet new people?
Eventually, we made it to our new home. It was right at the corner of a four way street. Perfect, we'll be able to hear an endless stream of cars zooming by and their headlights shining through my window every day and night.
I helped my mom carrying boxes into the house from the U-Haul we rented. It wasn't that big, as it was just she and I living together.
The house was nothing too fancy, it was a single story, blue house with green shutters on the window to the right of the door. The opposite side of the door held the garage. I wondered why we didn't park in there, but remembering we drove the U-Haul truck and not our car, I shrugged that question aside.
It wasn't too difficult to find my room. I stepped inside and it looked cozy enough. It wasn't anything big. It had a large window facing the door, and a closet on the wall closest to the door, which could hold an okay amount of shirts. I'm sure two people could fit comfortably in there.
I dropped the box onto the floor when I saw some writing on the inside of the closet. That wasn't there when we looked at the house last week. Where did it come from? Who wrote it?
The words were, 'Beware the bathtub!' This actually looked like something out of a horror movie.
Out of curiosity, I made my way to the bathroom closest to my room. The place had two bathrooms. Rather odd choice for a small house, but one has a shower and the other has a bathtub. I flicked on the lights. Nothing was there, to my surprise, and disappointment.
Maybe there was something wrong with the water coming out of it? I turned the knob and the water came out just fine, clear and all.
I thought nothing more of it and went back to my room to unpack a few things. It wasn't much, but for now we had brought just enough with us to sleep for the night.
That night, I was lying awake in the mattress I had planted on the floor. I couldn't sleep, hearing the house settling, the cars zooming by, everything just worsening my anxiety. Not to mention the message written in the closet. What did that even mean? Who would break into a house and leave messages around to scare people?
I sat straight up when I heard a scream coming from the other room. It was my mom. I jumped to my feet and ran to her. The light was on in her bathroom. I opened the door and stepped inside. She was gone.
I turned to the mirror, fogged up by the steam of the previously ran shower, a message appeared. 'Oops, beware the shower'
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