It's Joe"s House

What just happened

I didn’t do it. I knew I didn’t. But there it was. How did it get there?

There came a knock at the door. I didn’t want to answer. What if they saw it. They would want to know why.

I don’t know why?

The knock came again. Maybe I can hide. They won’t know I’m here. I’ll get in the closet.

Another knock. I’ll go out the back way. Nobody will know.

The knob turned, in walked a small girl. She walked up to it. Picked up its broken body.

She looked as if right through me and said. “Sorry, I left this here. It won’t happen next time.”

She turned and left as quickly as she came.

Who was she? What did she do? Why was she here?

Did this really happen?

Will she be back?

She left the door open!

What is it

Joe had been living in his new home for about a week now. An adorable simple place. They told him when he bought it to be careful. They told him things happened there. He felt drawn to the place. He didn’t know why but he had to have it.

It was a long commute to work. Kind of tiring. He felt a little drained. He just wanted to rest and relax before bed.

After dinner, he came back into the kitchen. There it was again. A headless doll, broken, and half-dressed. Where did it come from? Why did it have blood on its half-dressed body? Too many questions. He might never know why but he was going to try to find out.

He went into the bedroom to get a camera so he could document what he saw. When he came back it was gone.

About a week later he came home and there it was again. In the same place. He just looked at it. He sat at the table for a while. Then came the knock at the door!

The Door Opened

This time the knock triggered anticipation. Was it her again?

As the knob turned and the door opened. It was.

She was wearing the same clothes.

She walked to the doll and picked it up again. As she stood there this time she seemed to notice he was staring at her.

He started to say something she turned and started towards the door. Just before she went through she said “It won’t happen next time”. She disappeared around the corner.

Joe got up and went to see where she went. Nobody there. He turned and went back to the chair. Something was different this time. She didn’t say “sorry this time”. She noticed him. If she noticed him maybe he could talk to her when she came back next time.

Would there be a next time?

For the next couple of days, he rushed home from work hoping to find the doll. The letdown when it wasn’t there was discouraging. Every day the anticipation to find the doll grew less. He stopped looking forward to finding it. Things got back into a routine. One morning as he got ready to go to work. He came to that room.

There it was again. He pulled up a chair. He waited for the knock. He sat there for some time. Still nothing. He was going to be late for work.

He couldn’t wait any longer. He got up and went to pick it up. As he bent down to get it the door opened. “That is mine. Sorry, I left it here”. She walked up and snatched it from the floor. She started quickly toward the door.

Joe said, “Who are you”. She stopped just as she got to the door. “ It won’t happen next time” and then she was gone.

Can you help them find me so I can go?

Joe went to the police and contacted the detectives who had worked on the case. He told them he had bought the house and wanted to know the history of it.

He needed to know what had happened.

He mentioned that there were some strange things happening and he thought it had to do with what happened. They agreed to let him see the files.

After reviewing the files he could see that they didn’t put a lot of effort into the case. The lady and her kid were beginning to become a problem. Seemed her ex-husband and new boyfriend were starting to fight over custody of the girl. They would have shouting matches whenever they came in contact in public. Police got involved often.

The boyfriend finally got fed up with the whole situation and left. Now the mom started blaming the ex for her boyfriend leaving. They too argued in public and the police were again involved.

After a while, the father got fed up and left the state. He was not around when it happened. He had an alibi.

They found the lady dead. The house was ransacked. They called it a robbery. That was about as far as the investigation went. Mom and the kid were gone. Problem solved. One thing he noted was they never found the girl.

He thanked them and went on his way.

After a few weeks of waiting for the girl to come back, she did. This time she stayed a little while. She stood there holding the headless doll and related what had happened.

Someone she did not know had come into their house and was fighting with her mom. Molly tried to stop them. In the struggle with the guy, the head of the doll got ripped off.

In order to hide some of the evidence, he berried her in the crawl space under the house.

When she finished she went to the door. Opened it. Before she left she looked right at Joe, not through him this time.

“Can you help them find me so I can go?” She turned and was gone.

The next day Joe went to the police and told them the story. At first, they blew him off but when he threatened to go to the papers they decided to investigate.

They went right to the place where the girl said they would find her. When they dug up the body they found a doll’s head. It got thrown on the side.

They took everything but missed the head. Joe put the head in his pocket.

The last time Joe saw Molly she was in the room when he came in. She seemed to be wanting something. He pulled the doll's head from his pocket. He handed it to her. She carefully reattached it to the body. She gratefully looked up at Joe. “Thanks”. As she went towards the door. Joe said, “Be well”.

She turned and said. “I can now”, and was gone.

Joe never saw her again!

Neighbors still talk about it sometimes. People comment on how nice the house looks. When they ask Who lives there….

That’s Joe’s house

Thanks for reading. You could have spent your time elsewhere but you choose to be here.

I thought I was a Student. I’m really a Seeker. I’m Larry Nowicki the KISS Specialist. What do you want me to kiss for you today?

Keep It Silly Simple.