~MOVING IN~
"That chair isn't going to fir through the door unless you move your butt the other way." Makala said, out of breath.
"Well, I can't move MY butt until you move YOUR butt back a little bit!" Stacy said.
Makala scooted back out the door with a grunt. "There. Now, move forward." She said.
Stacy gripped the arm of the chair and tugged it through the door.
"Good grief! Why did you have to buy this elephant of a chair anyway?" Makala asked when they had the chair inside the house and she had collapsed into it.
"I didn't buy it. My parents gave it to me. Besides, if you hadn't broken up with Kevin we would have a man here to help us do this." Stacy said, fanning herself.
"Let me weigh the possibilities here. Breaking up with a no job having, all my food eating, no class bum, or still going out with that same no class bum so he can be here to help us move. Hmmmmmm, that's a hard one, Stacy." Makala said, sarcastically.
"Okay, okay. I just figure it's going to take us a month to get all this furniture in here with just the two of doing it." Stacy said.
"My dad is coming over in a couple of hours to help. The we'll have that MAN that you so desperate for." Makala said.
The two friends laughed and got back to work. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
About three weeks before, Makala and Stacy had been looking for a house to move into after college graduation. They had seen and ad in the newspaper while looking one afternoon, and they went to meet the owner.
"So, how old is this house?" Stacy asked.
The two girls were sitting in an oka wood office, looking upon a short, fat man with dark hair and a dark mustache.
"Well, this house has been in my family for thirty years. But, now, it doesn't fit my needs anymore, so I'm trying to sell it." The man said, looking into a folder on his desk.
"Okay, um, how much are you asking for it?" Makala asked.
"$30,000 dollars." The man said.
"That's to rent, right?" Stacy asked.
"No, young lady. That is the purchase price." The man said, rather non-chalantly.
The two girls looked at each other, wide-eyed. Makala didn't know what to say. "Are you sure?" She asked.
The strange man nodded. "I do realize the price is shocking. However, as I said before, this house.........I have tired of it." He said, averting his eyes.
The girls were still surprised by the price, but from the pictures they had seen, it was well worth it, maybe worth even more. And, it was definatly big enough for the both of them, with room to spare.
"Well, ladies, if you don't want to purchase the house, I do have other prospects." The man said, checking the large watch in his wrist.
Makala looked at Stacy with a, "What do you think?" look on her face. Stacy just nodded vigorously.
"Okay. We'll take it." Makala said, standing up.
"Very well. If you would like to come back tomorrow afternoon with the money, I will have the paper work ready for you to sign, and I'll give you the keys." The man said.
"Great. Thank you very much........uh.........I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name." Makala said, extending her hand.
"It's Paul. Paul Bearer." The man said, shaking her hand.
As the girls walked out of the office, Makala suddenly turned around and stared at the now closed door. "Stacy, did he seem really nervous to you?" She asked.
Stacy stopped walking and looked at her friend. "I don't know. Maybe. Why?" She asked.
Makala shook her head slowly. "I don't know. I just have the strangest feeling that he was hiding something." She said, softly.
The next day the girls pulled up in front of the house, both of them awestruck by it.
"My God, can you believe this?!?!?!" Makala asked, excited.
Stacy just shook her head as she got out of the car.
The house was huge! Gray and brown bricks completed the outside structure, with large wooden overhangs shadowing the doorway and the lawn. Green ivy climbed up the walls of the house on both sides, almost completely covering the side of the home. The grounds were massive, with mile after mile of plush green grass surrounding the property, and numerous large, oak trees growing toward the sky.
The girls took the keys Paul had given them, and walked into the house. The entryway was breathtaking! The floor was covered with black and white marble tile, and a huge stairway greeted them as the entered. Hanging from the high ceiling was a large chandelier with oval shaped crystals dripping from it.
To their left, was a large dining room with a maple wood table and matching chairs. Various paintings of mountain scenes, angels, unicorns, and dragones hung from every wall. To their right, was sitting room. Dark crushed, high-back chairs, bookshelves full of every book imaginable, a Baby Grand piano, and several silver candelabras adorned the wood tiled room.
"Are you sure that Paul guy said $30, 000???" Stacy asked, looking around the room.
"Yeah, I'm sure, and how can we say no? Girl, look at this place!!!" Makala said.
They walked up the stairs and found the house had two rooms, each exactly the same as the other. A huge four poster bed, two chairs like the ones in the sitting room, and bathrooms with large Jacuzzi tubs.
"Stacy, this is so UNREAL! Why would anyone want to get rid of this house?" Makala asked.
"What I want to know is how come he's selling it for so cheap. Do you think someone was killed here? No, wait! I know! It's haunted!" Stacy said, and laughed.
"Stacy, please. It was probably too big for a single man, so he decided to sell it. People do that all the time." Makala said, stretching out on the bed. "Oooooooo, I like this! Sorry, Stacy, but this one is mine!"
Stacy smiled at her friend. "Hey, let's go check out the basement." She said, walking into the hallway.
The two friends walked down the wooden steps into the dank smelling basement. Makala reached up and pulled the light cord that hung down, illuminating the room with bare bulb light. Directly in front of them was a room full of bottled wine arranged on steel racks.
"Cool, a wine cellar. Now we can REALLY party." Stacy said with an evil laugh.
Makala smiled as she looked around the basement. Behind the girls, and to their left, was a heavy oak door with a large padlock on the handle.
"What do you think is in here?" Makala asked, walking up to the door and fingering the lock.
Stacy all of a sudden felt a deep chill and she wrapped her arms around herself. "Hey, Kale? Let's get a bottle of wine and go back upstairs. I'm getting really creeped out down here." She said, and shivered.
Makala nodded and started to follow her friend up the stairs. Suddenly, she stopped short, and looked back at the locked door, her eyes wide.
"What? What's the matter?" Stacy asked.
Makala just stared and shook her head. How could she tell her friend that she could have sworn she heard a thump behind that locked door?