The House

This photo shows the house as I inherited it, mice and all. I haven't changed a thing, except to recharge the spells that Edgar had around the place and become friends with the familiar that keeps watch over it.

Yes, I'm familiar with the occult arts.

I had to learn rather quickly, what with everything that occurred after Edgar's death. But I'll get to that later - I'm not much of a paranormal expert nor a writer it seems, with all the rambling I tend to do.

So there's the house. Not terribly big on the outside, but it's even smaller on the inside. There's junk from the 1800's stacked in the cellar, junk from the 1900's piled in the attic, and a few modern conveniences on the main floor. You can't tell from this photo, but there's a steep gorge behind the house that drops about 50' or so to a swift, stony stream and the house kinda steps down the gorge in 4 labyrinthine levels.

I have memories of that house from my youth; summer visits as a young lad when Uncle Edgar was home, and when I was older and in college I would visit whenever I could. It was always musty, dusty and in a state of perpetual disarray. Edgar had built it himself one summer when he was a young man in his twenties. I know he had help building it, but it's still quite a thing to envision, building a house with your own two hands and no electric contraptions involved.

There's only a few acres left around the house now. It was once much larger, but was sold off to the local mill. Well, it was actually leased out for 99 years, but I'm not going to be around in 2086 so it might as well have been sold.