Kate didn't stay too long after coming back with the cleaning supplies. She just stayed long enough to show me where my garbage bins were so I could throw out the trash when I was done cleaning. She then informed me where to put the bins for collection. After that, she was on her way home to take care of a few things. I made sure to thank her and see her off.

Now alone in an unfamiliar house, I headed back in with the cleaning supplies and headed straight for the room I had claimed. The first thing I did was grabbed the pile of laundry on my floor and hunted down the laundry room. Luckily there was a laundry shut hidden in a corner that I was able to throw down the laundry in. Making a mental note, I headed down the stairs to find where it lead.

It was actually easy to find the small laundry room right behind the room with the stairs. The pile I had thrown down laid on the dirty floor. Other than the floor, the room looked pretty decent. There were a few cobwebs in the corners and soap spots on the washer, but it seemed to be better kept than the rest of the house. Sure the appliances looked a little out of date, but they would get the job done.

I threw in the dusty sheets into the washer. I figured I didn't really need soap for them. They weren't dirty, just full of dust from sitting in an empty room for so long. Once the machine started I head back upstairs to my room. My first plan of attack was to get rid of all of the cobwebs before spiders decided it was a nice pre-made home. After that I was dusting every bit of surface I found in the room.

I started on my work while playing some music on my phone. It was nice to be able to play music as loud as I wanted and not have any complaints from equally noisy neighbors. I even decided to wipe down the bathroom while I was dusting. The work was nice and mind numbing. It was nice to see that the room was looking better after I finished my work.

My next step was to unpack my bedding from the trash bag of my clothes. Making the bed with my own things made it feel more like it was mine. It was the same as I placed my clothes in the dresser. I had placed my second hand alarm clock next to my bed and set the time on it. My toiletries and towels went into the bathroom and it felt nice to actually have space.

By the time I was done there was only two trash bags left and my trunk. But I figured I should throw the sheets into the dryer and start another load. I grabbed the laundry supplies and headed to the laundry room. It fascinated me how well I was adjusting to this whole new environment. I guess it helps that I was free to make it my own.

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Once I got into the laundry room I opened up one of the cabinets and instantly screamed. Something with eight hairy legs was looking back at me. I quickly grabbed the hardest thing I had and hit it multiple times just to make sure it was dead. Once I figured it was dead I swept its body onto the floor and kicked it into a corner to deal with later.

"I knew this room was too good to be true," I said to myself before shaking off my adrenaline that the spider had caused, "I hate spiders."

With the spider gone, I place the laundry detergent and the dryer sheets into the cabinet. Then I threw the sheets into the dryer with a dryer sheet and turned it on. The bedding was next to go into the washer and once that was all loaded and started, I headed back to my room.

When I got in there my eyes instantly landed on my trunk. "I need a place for you," I told it as I bent down and grabbed a handle.

Pulling it into the area outside of my room, I stood up straight and looked at the other two closed doors. One of these rooms would be perfect to make into the art studio I always wanted. After pushing the trunk against the wall, I decided to figure out which room would be the place to do my art.

The first room was another bedroom. I was beginning to think that all of the extra rooms were. Which meant I will have a lot of unnecessary furniture to get rid of. Even more work. Leaving the room for now I headed for the second unopened room.

This fourth room had a small twin bed hugging one of the walls and all of the furniture was covered by more dusty sheets. This room overlooked the overgrown backyard. But there wasn't much in the room and it had a small bathroom attached to it. From what I had observed of the rooms on the second floor, all but one had their own personal bathroom. There was one more door I needed to open in the hallway.

I had left it last, thinking it was just a small closet to hold sheets. But I was surprised to see a set of stairs leading up to an attic. I turned to where my trunk was and spoke to it. "You think I am going to drag you up these stair too?"

Obviously my trunk didn't respond. I would have finally be losing it if it did. I turned back towards the stairs and turned on the lights so I could see my way up. Images of the place of being just beams and full of spider webs filled my mind. But those thoughts had to shaken out of my head and I climbed the stairs anyways.