Mr. Jenkins
Mr. Jenkins and his creepy looking house.
There many things best kept secret, but yet at times you just can't help it, the urge to barge into something you don't belong into, is too great. Just remember when the sign says "Do NOT Enter" you keep out.
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"Man... the Mr. Jenkins house...Just... CREEPS me OUT!"
"Yeah... It looks like a ghost house..."
"I heard...--"
I sat on the buses bumpy seats as the Idiots behind me rambled on and on about Mr. Jenkins and his "haunted" house. Sure, it looked creepy but who cares, it's just another old rickety house, the neighborhood was filled with them. Mr. Jenkins was a grumpy old man living alone, who hated EVERYTHING, his life, children, etc... the only thing that apparently brought joy to that old man was his house, he never leaves it. I was about to doze off as the bus stopped at a cream colored house across from old Jenkins, my stop.
I walked down to the door as everyone kept chattering on and on about Mr. Jenkins house I rolled my eyes, sighed and just walked on. I looked up at the house looked at the porch steps and kept walking up as the door became more in sight with each step, with the familiar creaking. Finally at the door, I held the knob, and kept my eyes shut tight, I shut out all the noise of the little kids running and yelling behind me. I slowly turned the knob, and the door slowly creaked open.
I slowly opened my eyes hoping to find a bright home with welcoming cheers, the smell of food cooking the stove as mom comes and gives me a hug asking how my day went. She would speak with such a cheerful tone and giving me such a great hug that would enlighten my day no matter how crappy it was, I slowly talk about my dad and she would listen with just intensity and nod at just the perfect times, making it seem like me talking about my day was the most important piece of information, it urged me on to keep going as I burst out all the information I could spill out at one time.
Instead, I opened the door to a deserted looking home, a cold messy home, almost stranger like, I stepped quietly almost like a critic disgustedly judged the home.
Carelessly I threw my coat on the gray looking chair, the whole room had a eerie grayscale theme to it...
"Ma! I'm home!" No response"Ma..! Grunt if you can hear me!" I hear a low moaned grunt.
I sigh and walk up the stairs slowly opening the door to my room and silently, as if a stranger sneaking into a room lurking about, trying not to get caught. I slammed the door behind me, and leaned on the door behind me, as if I had lost all hope, I shut my eyes once more trying to get lost in my fantasies, giving it time I gave up trying, I opened my eyes, I threw my backpack on my mattress and turned on the stereo, carelessly I turned the knob up loud. slowly I drowned out all the my thought and drifted into the music, every once in a while, I'd look out the window staring at that withering old Mr. Jenkins house, its quiet eeriness that feel upon it amused me. How, apparently, by looking at the house your cursed for life, stepping foot near the house will just kill you because the house likes to eat little children who disobeyed. How... stupid it all was being scared of a home! How amusing was that!?! I shook my head and went downstairs after turning of the music.
I screamed, "MA! I'm Leaving!" not waiting for a responsive grunt, I'd slammed the door behind me.
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"Man... the Mr. Jenkins house...Just... CREEPS me OUT!"
"Yeah... It looks like a ghost house..."
"I heard...--"
I sat on the buses bumpy seats as the Idiots behind me rambled on and on about Mr. Jenkins and his "haunted" house. Sure, it looked creepy but who cares, it's just another old rickety house, the neighborhood was filled with them. Mr. Jenkins was a grumpy old man living alone, who hated EVERYTHING, his life, children, etc... the only thing that apparently brought joy to that old man was his house, he never leaves it. I was about to doze off as the bus stopped at a cream colored house across from old Jenkins, my stop.
I walked down to the door as everyone kept chattering on and on about Mr. Jenkins house I rolled my eyes, sighed and just walked on. I looked up at the house looked at the porch steps and kept walking up as the door became more in sight with each step, with the familiar creaking. Finally at the door, I held the knob, and kept my eyes shut tight, I shut out all the noise of the little kids running and yelling behind me. I slowly turned the knob, and the door slowly creaked open.
I slowly opened my eyes hoping to find a bright home with welcoming cheers, the smell of food cooking the stove as mom comes and gives me a hug asking how my day went. She would speak with such a cheerful tone and giving me such a great hug that would enlighten my day no matter how crappy it was, I slowly talk about my dad and she would listen with just intensity and nod at just the perfect times, making it seem like me talking about my day was the most important piece of information, it urged me on to keep going as I burst out all the information I could spill out at one time.
Instead, I opened the door to a deserted looking home, a cold messy home, almost stranger like, I stepped quietly almost like a critic disgustedly judged the home.
Carelessly I threw my coat on the gray looking chair, the whole room had a eerie grayscale theme to it...
"Ma! I'm home!" No response"Ma..! Grunt if you can hear me!" I hear a low moaned grunt.
I sigh and walk up the stairs slowly opening the door to my room and silently, as if a stranger sneaking into a room lurking about, trying not to get caught. I slammed the door behind me, and leaned on the door behind me, as if I had lost all hope, I shut my eyes once more trying to get lost in my fantasies, giving it time I gave up trying, I opened my eyes, I threw my backpack on my mattress and turned on the stereo, carelessly I turned the knob up loud. slowly I drowned out all the my thought and drifted into the music, every once in a while, I'd look out the window staring at that withering old Mr. Jenkins house, its quiet eeriness that feel upon it amused me. How, apparently, by looking at the house your cursed for life, stepping foot near the house will just kill you because the house likes to eat little children who disobeyed. How... stupid it all was being scared of a home! How amusing was that!?! I shook my head and went downstairs after turning of the music.
I screamed, "MA! I'm Leaving!" not waiting for a responsive grunt, I'd slammed the door behind me.
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