The Sexton House

Episode 17

I’d decided I
needed to get out of the house, hopefully
giving Madison some time to cool off. I grab
my keys and head out the door, making sure
to get my wallet.

I pull up to the hardware store, hoping to
find a window, or at least something I can
patch it with.
“Hello, can I help you?” I’m guessing the
owner asks.

I nod my head before saying, “Yes, I’m
looking for a window or something to patch
one with.” he leads me over to where some
tarps are at.
“What size is the window?”
“Do you know the Sexton House?” I ask,
guessing he would know what house I’m
referring to.

“Yes, of course.” He says.
“Well, I own it now, and the tower window
shattered somehow, I’m not really sure how,
but I need to patch it or get it replaced.” I
explain, hoping he won’t be afraid, since
most people are.

“Oh, yes. I know exactly what you’re talking
about.” After talking with him for a while,
he finally finds a window that will fit. I start
to head home, when the Library catches my
attention. I head over and park, getting out
and heading for the door.
The building is empty, people-wise. I head
over to the front counter, hoping to see the
same girl that was here last time.
“Hello?” I call out when I see nobody.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I was putting away some
books,” Jane, I think her name is, says. She
doesn’t look at me while she’s speaking,
since she is still trying to put books away.
“It’s fine, I was just looking around.” She
turns around at the sound of my voice.
“Harry, right?” She raises a brow.
“That’s me.” I lift my shoulders, sticking my
hands in my pockets.

She walks over to me and says, “How were
the books? Find anything interesting on the
house?”
I shake my head before saying, “Well, I
haven’t had much time to actually read
much of them.”
“Oh, well. You’ll find time, and if not I’m
more than willing to tell you anything I
know!” Her smile is bright; she just beams
with joy.
“That would be awesome.” After talking with
her for a bit, I decide to go and check out
some more books, hoping to find others like
the ones I originally found.
When I’m getting ready to leave, I stop by
the counter (even though I didn’t find any
more books) to talk with Jane a bit more.
“Hey, would you maybe want to come over?
Since you like the house and all.” I don’t
want to sound too desperate, even though I
would love to get to know the stunning
blonde.
“Yeah, I would love to.” She smiles at me.
“Maybe tomorrow night?” I add. I hope she
will.
“That would be great!”
After talking with her I head home, hoping
to forget about the conversation I had with
Madison earlier. I do care about her- d–n I
care so much about her- but I just don’t feel
comfortable being her distraction. I feel
used, to be honest.

When I get home, I shut off the car ignition,
walk up the few steps I actually have, and
head inside.

What is laying in front of me when I open
the door almost gives me a heart-attack..