A hauntingly chilling book by author Michael Wright

Morgan House, the story

Morgan House pages 11-15

Posted on July 29, 2013 at 6:25 PM

“Daddy! Daddy! You’re home! ” Rebecca came running up to him. Reggie bent over to hug his daughter. “Hi, honey,” he said, smiling.

“I really missed you today, Daddy,” Rebecca said. Reggie put his arms around both of them and walked inside, closing the front door behind them.

“Ready for dinner?” Karen asked as they walked into the kitchen.

“You guys waited for me?” Reggie opened the cabinet door and took out some plates and placed them on the dining table. “Yes, well I knew you wouldn’t be too late, so we waited.”


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Karen walked into the room and placed her watch on the nightstand. Reggie was sitting on the edge of the bed removing his socks. She sat down next to him watching him roll his socks into a ball. “So, what do you think of the house so far, Karen?” Reggie asked, looking at her with a smile.

“It’s nice.” She answered softly.

“Nice? As much money as we spent on it? And nice is all you can say?” Reggie was surprised by her response.

“I mean, don’t get me wrong, it’s wonderful and all, but I do miss the city.” Karen was helping him undo his shirt cuff buttons.

“Karen, we talked about this already.” Reggie moved his other arm toward her to undo the other cuff. “I know, but I really loved Manhattan. Moving all the way up here to Ulster is such a big change.” She unclasped the last button.

Reggie got up from the bed and turned to her, took her hand in his. “Baby, this is good for us, good for Becca. You’ll see in a few months when school starts in September, and you start on your new job, you’ll be wondering why we didn’t do this sooner, I promise.” He reassuringly kissed her hand.

“I know, I just miss the hustle and bustle of the city, you know? It’s so quiet here, so suburban.” Karen stood up her face reflecting her concern.

“You know I hate the city, Karen. Growing up in the projects was no fun. I never want to go back to that. Besides, what about Becca? Do you really want her going to public school? We can send her to a good private school, away from all that nonsense, and out of that bad educational system.” Reggie put his arms around her waist, pulling her close to him and looking into her eyes.

“Listen, you know I had a hard childhood, right? I worked really hard to get out of the ghetto. That’s everyone’s dream there, to get out and live the American dream. I did it and now I want to share that dream with my family.” Reggie kissed Karen on the forehead.

She put her hands on his biceps and rubbed them slowly. “I know, but why this house, Reggie? Of all the houses you could have bought, why this one?”

Reggie rolled his eyes at her question. “Really, again, Karen? I told you this is the house my mom and I lived in when I was little, it’s just… I don’t know.”

She stepped back from him, frowning a bit. “It’s just what, Reggie? Don’t you think it’s a little strange to go shopping for a house you used to live in as a kid? I could understand if it was in the family and you inherited it, but finding it and paying the owner double what it’s worth just so you could have it is a bit weird to me.”

Reggie reached out for her again, grabbing both of her hands. “Look, it just makes me feel closer to my mom after losing her at such a young age is all.” Reggie let go of her and walked over to his side of the bed. He sat down and took off his shirt. “Can we talk about this another time? I have to be in the office early in the morning. I have to start getting some files ready for a big case next week.”

Karen walked over and kissed him on the cheek. “Sure, honey,” She said calmly. “I’m going down to the den. I need to start going over some blueprints for the new department store being built in Westchester. I’ll see you in the morning.” Karen turned out the light as Reggie got into bed.

The hallway was long and doors seemed to be everywhere. Karen opened the doors slightly, looking in each room on her way to the staircase. She was just peering in to see what was what, and remind herself which room was which. She really couldn’t see into any of them. They were all too dark. She made a mental map of what each room was before closing the door again. She had counted all the rooms on the top floor—there was a total of eight including her and Reggie’s bedroom and Rebecca’s room, which she didn’t open because she was afraid to wake her. At the end of the hall near the stairs was the second bathroom. The master bath was in their room. Karen opened the bathroom door and clicked on the night light on the wall just inside the door. She left the bathroom door open just in case Rebecca woke up in the middle of the night. She was proud of Rebecca. Her daughter was going to the bathroom at night and had not wet her bed since she was four. “Not bad for a six-year old.” Karen smiled to herself as she headed down the stairs. She walked across the foyer into the den, her eyes scanning the room.


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