The September House by Carissa Orlando EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Author: Carissa Orlando
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The walls of the house were bleeding again.
This sort of thing could be expected; it was, after all, September.
The bleeding wouldn’t have been so bad if it hadn’t been accompanied
by nightly moaning that escalated into screaming by the end of the month
like clockwork. The moaning started around midnight and didn’t let up until
nearly six in the morning, which made it challenging to get a good night’s
sleep. Since it was early in the month, I could still sleep through the racket,
but the sleep was disjointed and not particularly restful.
Before Hal absconded to wherever it was he went, he used to stretch
and crack what sounded like the entirety of his skeleton. Margaret, he
would say, we’re getting old.
Speak for yourself, I would reply, but he was right. I was starting to feel
a bit like the house itself sometimes—grand but withering, shifting in the
wind and making questionable noises when the foundation settled. All the
moaning-and-screaming business in September certainly didn’t help me feel
any younger.
That is to say, I was not looking forward to late September and the
nightly screaming. It was going to be a long month. But that’s just the way
of things.
As for the bleeding, it always started at the top floor of the house—the
master bedroom. If I wasn’t mistaken, it started above our very bed itself.
There was something disconcerting about opening your eyes first thing in
the morning and seeing a thick trail of red oozing down your nice
wallpaper, pointing straight at your head. It really set a mood for the
remainder of the day. Then you walked out into the hallway and there was
more of it dripping from in between the cracks in the wallpaper, leaking
honey-slow to the floor. It was a lot to take in before breakfast.
As early as it was in September, the blood hadn’t yet made it to the
baseboards. Give it a week, however, and it would start pooling on the
floor, cascading down the stairs in clotting red waterfalls. By the end of the
month, deft footwork would be required to walk down the hallway or
descend the stairs without leaving a trail of prints throughout the house. I
had grown practiced in dodging blood over the past few years, but even I
had slipped up on occasion, especially once the screaming was in full effect.
Sleep deprivation really takes a toll on your motor functioning.
I used to worry over the walls, getting a bucket and soap and scrubbing
until my arms were sore, only to see my work undone the very next day. By
the end of the month, it got so bad that I could rub the sponge over a crack
in the wallpaper and watch a fresh blob of red leak out of the open wound
that was the wall over and over again. The wallpaper is ruined, I fretted, but
it never was. It all went away in October. So now I just allowed the walls to
bleed and waited patiently.
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