New Project
All of my life, I have been that odd girl. I was that wallflower at social events and the last one picked for any team. I got used to it as it drove me to earn a living restoring homes.
I work in the shadows allowing the beautiful architecture to shine. I move into the houses that I renovate because I love to get a feel for what they beg me to do to them. I nearly came when this latest project crossed my path. I couldn't wait to live in this beauty and get my hands on her.
It is a large Victorian home in Midnight Falls, Louisiana. Midnight Falls is a small town that you won't easily find on a map. It is located near New Orleans, Louisiana. This town has a rich history steeped in the supernatural, if you believe in such things.
Even though you can't tell from all of the renovations done on this house, it used to be a theater. It was called Le Petit Theatre at the turn of the nineteenth century. Some of country’s founding fathers once saw plays here as did some very unsavory pirates. In 1930, Le Petit ceased being a theater when a fire of unknown origins ravaged the building.
As I walk around this home, I close my eyes to envision the past. I could see how the fire moved as if it were alive. Three people perished in that blaze. Since then, it has been shoddily renovated into a home. Over the years, it even consisted of several apartments. It's a shame to see such beauty be marred like that. I can't restore it to the grand theater that it once was, but I will make it into a lovely home.
When I took on this project, I had the intent to make it my permanent home, until I met some of the residents of Midnight Falls. They are peculiar even for Southerners!
My crew and I had been working on the house for a few weeks now. They had just left when I heard a knock at the door. There standing in front of me was a man with dark hair that had been sun bleached wearing a brown suit accentuated by a mischievous smile.
“Hello, I’m Cap…Cameron,” he stammered as he extended his hand, “Welcome to the neighborhood.”
I thought that I had encountered all of the strange neighbors, but perhaps he had been busy. Nevertheless, I will be friendly.
“Thanks, are you familiar with this place?”
He nods, “You could say that.”
“Would you like to see what we have done and hear what I have planned?”
“Sure,” he says with a pleasant smile.
“Then come on in, my name is Misha Engles and I run Twisted Recreations that's restoring this place,” I tell him.
As I showed him around I felt this static spark between us. Ever lightly brush against a grounding wire that was live? It felt like that but pulsed as if it were breathing.
I showed him everything but what I had planned for the room that I am using as my bedroom. He tensed as we walked by it. The room isn't anything special, so I am not sure why I got the response that I did. I escorted him out, but noticed that he dropped something..
It is a necklace with a darkened chain that appears weathered by time. The chain has a pendant dangling from it. I can't make-out the writing but it appears very old. There is a circle with four points representing direction if I were guessing. This could be a replica of an old compass but the design in the center throws me off. It looks like there is a head with crossing swords under it.
I rush after Cameron. I swing my door open and he's gone. No trace of a car in the dirt, no footprints in the mud either. It is as if he disappeared.
