My whole body tingled
in with anticipation. Bethany and I had been on the road for twelve hours and she did nothing but tell me about our ‘awesome house’ and ‘wicked jobs.’ So when she turned onto a dirt road and called it our driveway; I could feel every molecule in my head swim.
Beautiful, lush trees lined either side of the driveway giving the impression we were in a dense jungle. Bethany giggled and rolled down the windows.
“Do you smell that, Dalia? It’s honeysuckle and we have a ga-zillion honeysuckle bushes in our front yard.”
Her excitement was catching. I laughed at her and rolled down my window. I took a long whiff and realized it did indeed smell incredible. I closed my eyes and breathed it in. It was better than any perfume I’d ever sniffed.
When the car stopped, I opened my eyes and stared at the house in front of me. It was“You want me to live here? How convenient that you leave out such an important detail. A cemetery, Bethany?” I held back the urge to cry and punch my best friend in her face.
obviously old with chipping chipped gray paint over some questionable wood. The size of it though, the size was massive. I wondered how many bedrooms hid within the sagging walls. Then I looked to the left and stifled a scream.