Something about that house has always had a magical feel. I’m not quite sure what it was but it just did. Spending my child-hood there was a special time. I spent many days exploring the house inside and out. The third floor was my grandmas and I was told to never go up there. I always figured she needed rest and I would just be a bother. One day I pretended to be sick so I could get out of going to church. When everyone left I walked up the third flight of stairs. This had always been off limits and it felt some what liberating to be walking up these stairs. This of course was the only area of the house I had never explored. It actually seemed pretty normal. Grandma keeps a pretty tidy living area I thought to myself. After looking into all the other rooms I came upon a room with the window left open. “I better close this” I thought. As I walked in things felt different in this room. First off all the walls were a horrendous color and the bird design over the paint was strange looking. As I walked up to shut the window a bird matching the color and size of those on the wall flew out before I shut it. What was that saying Grandma always spoke of? “I’ll be with you wherever you go, through the eyes of a fly on the wall”? Hmm, weird I thought. I walked downstairs and went back to bed. I awoke just in time for church.
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