The old house has been at 39 Gortage Street, a long time. It has had many owners over the years and has not remained in anyone’s family for long.
There was something about the house that put people off staying very long.
It could have been the strange noises heard at night. It could have been the paint peeling from the walls for no apparent reason. Or it could have been that inside it tended to change it’s dimensions.
You see you could go to bed at night in your bedroom and awaken the next morning in the garden, in your bed and never once feel any movement.
It did cause some anxiety that such things happened, one night Mr Cassidy fell asleep in the bath to awaken hours later still in the bath but the bath was now in the kitchen much to the horror of his Aunt Alice the most straight laced and conservative woman known to man.
Needless to say Mr Cassidy moved out the next day his Aunt Alice never spoke to him again calling him a degenerate pervert and spread the rumour successfully around the family.
It was an intriguing situation for the house as well. In its head the space it occupied was its and therefore it would decide to change shape as often as it wanted to. So often it was dependent on the occupants at the time. The house considered them as guests and as such it decided their fate if a fate was required.
Most people were tolerable it decided and therefore it was happy for them to stay until it got bored of them and altered a few things to urge them to move out. It was the pretentious ones it most despised. The woman who came in wanting to change this and alter that, knock a wall out here and put a wall in there and of all things put in an ensuite.
You can imagine the homeowner’s dilemma when after engaging builders to bring about the changes they planned to knock out a wall only to find the wall back in place the next morning. Or the coat of paint you laboriously applied all day has peeled off overnight and lies in neatly folded piles on the floor. You hope a message was being successfully delivered and for the most part it was. Change was short lived unless the house so desired it.
So today the house sits on its small block of land. It looks scruffy, unloved, dishevelled and in serious need of love and attention. But just try and do anything to change its current appearance. Its discovered digital projection and what it can create, as a visual spectacle is something to behold and frighten the pants off you. The current owner, Silas Milas can’t offload it to any one. That’s the trouble with the computer age, a picture on Face Book is enough to damn it forever, which is ok in the house’s eyes as its content to sit and be what it is. A House!