Due to popular demand I'll finally continue
the story.
As I was wandering around the first floor,
I became increasingly creeped out about the fact that everything
needed for everyday life was still in place - dishes in the kitchen;
linens in the bedrooms; couch, cabinets, television, etc. in the
living room...it was as if whoever lived in the house had just
disappeared.
Due to years of neglect,
the tatami (straw mat) floors were in bad condition and in many
places had collapsed through to the ground below, so I had to make
my way around be carefully stepping onto supporting members for fear
of the floor collapsing beneath my feet. After poking around
the first floor with my heart and mind racing, I decided to risk the
structural integrity of the stairs to see what I would find on the
second floor. No problem the stairs were sturdy.
There were two rooms
upstairs, the first of which was a long, dark and appeared to run
the length of the house. There were no windows in the room, so
it was pitch black, but I could see that it was used as a storage
room with tons of stuff stacked from floor to ceiling. But I
just couldn't bring myself to go inside to see what might be in
there.
So I went into the other
room - which had big, bright windows - instead. The hairs on
the back of my neck stood on end as I noticed a doll collection and
family photo albums at one end of the room. A calendar hanging
on the wall was opened to June 1999, which gave me a pretty idea
when someone had last spent time in the house. I had finally
seen enough and decided to go out the front door instead of passing
back through the kitchen. On a table next to the door were,
among some other items, a set of keys and a pocketknife - a final
sign that whoever had lived there had just up and gone.
And so I did.