My head hurts
My head hurts.
I guess it's one of those "drink more water things."
But how? I'm always thirsty. It wasn't so bad a few days ago. I feel like the stress of having two jobs is finally getting to me. Not that i wanted to have them anyway. I'd rather sit at home and play video games with the boys and have my nightly smoke before i had to bed. I was lucky (or unluckily) enough to have a house passed down from my grandfather when he died. I thought , "Oh shit!" In this day and age, I'm a house owner! I legit couldn't BELIEVE it. I wanted to start an airbenb and start making that perpetual wealth, baby! Well, what no one tells you is that a house actually gets more expensive the longer it's been there, and if it's passed down, you then have to pay the property on it. How the hell did my grandfather buy this thing for less than 30k in his time? Oh, wait... that darn old inflation. Anyways i got the house, and i immediately checked it out. It actually wasn't worse for ware. By worse, i mean all it took to fix it up was a little elbow grease and hogspit. It was a 3 story house over looking a town. Ot had a back porch front yard AND a balcony. There was peeling paint on the outside. Most likely from years of wear and year. Maybe one to two broken windows, but it didn't look abandoned by any stretch of the word. The yard, though? A. FUCKING. MESS. It was like it was being slowly but surely being eaten by the grass and plants around it. Yeah. Grandad must have been unable to keep up with the entire home by himself as he got older. Well, this is a guess. To be completely honest, i didn't even know the man. Now that i think about it, i didn't even know i HAD a grandfather until maybe yesterday. But nonetheless, FREE HOUSE!
Now, before i can turn this into the money-making machine, i know it could be. There was work to be done.
I looked up some "home improvement" videos. You know the ones. I bought all the tools i needed and got to work. I began cleaning the inside of it from the dust that lazily accumulated from years of neglect. All these tools, and i forgot to buy a face mask to protect myself from the ensuing coughing fit i could have avoided. Now, when most people say that you'd think,"Oh wow. Must have coughed for a minute or two." No.
Not even fucking close. I LITERALLY coughed for about what felt like an hour. Almost like my lungs were trying to come out of my own god damn mouth. They felt...itchy. Like that itch that you can't reach on your back but it's INSIDE
you.
I had to take a break after that. I thought to my self that i would finish after a quick nap on the now dust free couch in the living room. Well thats what i THOUGHT was going to happen but this dang house had rats damn it! I could have those little bastards pit-pattering throughout the house. The faint scratching was too much to bear so i went outside for a smoke.
I swear i could hear those things following me as i went outside. That damn scratching again.
And again
And again
And again.
I opened my eyes. Wait. How did i fall asleep on the couch? I swear i went out for a smoke. Hmm. Maybe i should get help for this. I wanted a smoke so badly that i dreamed of it. Huh. That's kind of funny. Well I'm up now so i may as well get the smoke I've been dreaming of. Ignoring the faint scratching in the walls i went out for a smoke. I swear i could hear those things following me me as i went outside. That damn scratching again.
And again
And again
And again.
I opened my eyes. Wait... did i just dream about having a dream? A dream within a dream. No somethings wrong here. I need to get out. I quickly get up and leave out the front door this time. Running towards it i swear i can hear those things following me outside. That damn scratching again
And again
And again
And again
I opened my eyes to the sounds of scratching within the walls again.
I screamed.
again
And again
And again