The city lights grew fainter, and quickly his vision had been inked black, as the city and all its noises began to fade into the night. He felt nothing.
It was sometime into the morning when he arrived at his destination, an old house in the middle of nowhere. The door was neatly padded with a rusty American lock, and nature had enveloped the house in vines and monstreas that had climbed their way close to the roof. The house didn’t have much to it, and the road didn’t even lead into the small garage.
"Sorry but this is the best I could do in such short time." An older fellow spoke, exiting his aging Ford Thunderbird. "I honestly forgot I owned this property." he continued. The older fellow walked to the other side of the car, grabbing the remaining luggage from the passenger seat, and showed him into the house. Once the door was opened a breath of air entered the house, picking up swafts of dust along with it. The entire house was lined with a thick coat of dust, and it smelled odd. There was no musty smell of mold nor the fresh smell of chemicals either, it just was. So too were the rooms of the house devoid of anything, they all sat empty for years.
"No one's been in here for at least ten years" The old man commented, dropping the suitcase by the door. "I fixed it up for my son to live here but," the old man paused for a second. "But he won't be needing it." They continued throughout the house into the kitchen, where the old man turned on the faucet. "Working water," he said.
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"The utilities are all covered for you won't need to worry for those." The old man continued throughout the house, inspecting every room. "But it does get cold in the winters so you'll want to buy a heater. Oh and there is no internet. If you're going to want it you'll need to have it installed yourself. I'll pay for it naturally but I don't do too well with technology." He joked to no response.
“Will you be alright?” He asked, but his question fell on deaf years. “Sean,” he called, which finally elicited a response. Sean turned to him almost dumbstruck, as if awakened from a long dream. “Will you be alright?”
“Oh, uh, yeah.” Sean responded, and the old man worriedly accepted his reply.
“I’ll help you furnish tomorrow, but you’ll have to sleep on the floor tonight.”
“That’s fine.” Sean replied.
“You’re going to need to go to school tomorrow, I’ll pick you up from there. Do you remember where it was?” Sean didn’t recall, despite not sleeping the entire trip he didn’t remember any of it, it just seemed like a faint blur. “It’s down this road here, just take a left on Clover.”
“Thanks.”
“Don’t worry about it.” The old man smiled and walked towards the door, but before exiting he turned to Sean and said, “You’ll be fine, kid.”
Sean simply smiled, “Thanks.”