Relationship

Sara had just been outside her boyfriend's house the day she tried not laugh at him. The afternoon sun had been shining down on them both and he had looked like such an angel in the light. She admired his tense face as he searched for the keys in his school bag. They had only been going out for the past two weeks or so and it was the first time they were going back to his place. This story took place in the early eighties in Lakewood, Co and Sara has remembered it till now, that she is married with children. He was searching for his keys when he started telling her that strange things had a tendency to go on in his house and that if anything happened, no to be too worried or scared about it. Things sometimes went strange but it was usually nothing to worry about.

Sara had looked at him in cynical wonder, but saw that he really believed what he was saying. She had wanted to laugh but decided not to, seeing that he was genuinely concerned. She had never believed in ghosts and she never would believe in them. They went into the house and talked for a while in the living room when she noticed something. 'Paul', she said. 'You do know your clock is three hours slow don't you?' he glanced at the clock casually and nodded his head. 'They do that sometimes, the clocks. All the clocks in the house read a different time. Whatever it is that lives here with us likes to play with the clocks. 'Excuse me?' she had asked. 'I told you. the house is haunted. Whatever it is that lives with us like to play with clocks. Strange fetish if you ask me.' Strange was not the only word that had crossed Sara's mind at the time when she looked at him. The word she was looking for was more along the lines of 'psychopatic'.

The problem was that she genuinely liked this guy and that she liked him no matter what he thought seemed to be living in his house. But her cynicism started dying down the more and more she came to his house. At first, she came to think that there was something wrong with the electrical line in his house because the lights kept flickering. But as more and more things happened, she started thinking that maybe there was apt reason for him to think that his house was haunted, even though it was not. By the end of their eight month's relationship, there was no doubt in her mind that he was perfectly sane and that his house was inhabited by beings other than him and his family. First of all, the thing with the clocks truly was a regular occurrence and every time they left for somewhere from his house, he would set the clocks to the same time but when they came back, they would all show different times, even though no one had been in his house since they left. Once when spending the evening, she had gone to the bedroom to lie down when she heard his voice coming from just outside the room and calling her. It happened three times and all three times he had either been int the shower down the hallway on downstairs in the kitchen.

The one thing that Sara remembers the most was the thing that happened in the middle of the night when she was sleeping over. Paul had fallen asleep and she had been drifting off into sleep when she saw a whole group of white figures at the foot of the bed. Trying to wake Paul up but afraid of raising her voice, he did not really hear her and said that it was just the neighbors making noise. She tried to get up and take a better look but with an electric snap, they were gone. In the morning, she told him the story and he seemed mildly surprised. 'Oh, those', he said. 'I thought they were gone already.' Sara freaked out. Would she want to marry this guy and stay in the house forever? Would you? Sara and Paul broke up a long time ago but if there is any boyfriend she remembers for anything out of the ordinary, it would be Paul for his house.