I sit there for a while, on my knees between the bed and the gun cabinet in the mostly-empty room. I hadn’t come in here yet since moving in, there was still dust settled in on the empty furniture. The necklace was nothing but a silver chain now, no pearls remaining, I return it to my pocket anyway, not wanting to leave it on the floor. It’s dark out, that's about what I expected considering the time I went to sleep, five hours passed five pm. Since I slept most of the morning I don’t feel especially tired, at least not physically. However, skipping breakfast and dinner has made me a bit hungry. Eventually I get up off my knees and head to the kitchen, closing the door behind me and sealing off the room once more.

I pile some meat cheese and crackers onto a plate and once again question where to eat. I’m tired of the view from the kitchen, and the dining room table is covered in photo albums, so living room it is. I sit where my grandfathers chair used to be, setting my plate on the side table as I wrap myself up in a blanket and adjust the recliner. Once I’m settled in I start channel flipping, not much on but I find some NCIS rerun and leave it at that. It isn’t as if I’m paying much attention anyways.

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Why did I come here? I look around the room, over the past few days I’ve exhausted myself emotionally, revisiting the past every night. As many fond memories as this place holds, I can never just be happy when I’m here, there’s always a sadness lurking in the background. I check my phone, somewhere near ten-thirty pm now, everyone I could call will be asleep. Maybe that’s better, I don’t really know what I would say to anyone, I’m just tired of being alone in this place. I finish up my snack plate and drift in and out of consciousness until the next morning.

A few days later and I’ve finished packing up everything I had unpacked. The U-Haul is outside and I’m spending my morning dragging boxes down the stairs preparing to leave town. Whatever happened here, supernatural experience or mental breakdown, maybe I’ll never know for sure, but what I am sure of is that this place has nothing left for me. There's a peaceful contentment welling up inside as I say my goodbyes to this place, and as I lock the doors and turn off all of the lights, I think I finally got the closure I needed.