The house I never knew

A place that was foreign to me but at the same time was so familiar. To strangers it looked maybe “abandoned” or “creepy”. The house on the corner of Maple Hill Dr. A narrow dark street with faded street lines and cracks across the road. Not a single street light and not a single sound. Tumble weeds and fall leaves ruffling across the unfinished pavement. A dirt pathway with dead rose bushes leading up to the house. A rusted black gate, stands before the house. The house looks as if it was right out of the movie “IT”. As I walk up to the house I hear snapping under my feet from the tree branches. I hold my cold hand out and push the screeching gate open. The porch has a brown rustic rocking chair with the book “The Night” laying on it and a bottle of pink bubbles sitting besides the chair. I open the door and feel a cold breeze pass through me as if someone blew passed me. The house is a familiar smell. The smell of wood and old cardboard boxes. Inside, the house is dark and has the sense of absence within it. Everything in the house looked so familiar, the wood floor, the glass table, the carpets, and everything else in the house as if I had seen it before. I turn right down the wide and dark hallway to find an office. The office has two full size mirrors, an old wooden desk, and a TV that must have weighed 200 pounds. I walk outside of the office to meet at the front door again. Walking on the cold hollow wood I head down a narrow hallway and turn left into a small half bathroom. The walls are egg shell color and there is a Picasso painting on the wall. There is a picture frame with what looks like a grandpa and a granddaughter sitting on a porch in a brown rustic rocking chair blowing bubbles. As I walk out of the bathroom I feel the cold breeze again pass by me. Continuing down the dark hallway, off to the right into a small room with the Arabic alphabet hung on the walls along side of the English alphabet. Many books on the shelf as if I was in a library and lots of pencils and pens everywhere. This room looked familiar but I couldn’t pin point exactly where I’ve seen it before. Then, I walk across the master bed room. As soon as I entered the room the temperature dropped. The wood floors were freezing. I walk into the bedroom where I see a bed with no sheets. There is nothing in the bare and cold room but, only a picture on the wall. Its of a handsome young man with grey eyes and brown hair parted to the right, he was wearing a uniform representing that he was in the army. I looked closely at the plaque on the bottom on the frame that had a name on it. His name was Joseph Michael. At this very moment, everything was played back in my head and the dream that I was having came together. This was my grandpas house 6 years later and I was standing in the very room he passed away in.