Alex considered grabbing a knife from the kitchen and heading to look into the crawl space. He hadn't checked that yet but preffered digging all day to fumbling around in the dark (atleast right now). He set the knife down after finishing breakfast (a toasted bagel with sliced tomatoes, cream cheese, red onion, and black pepper).
"This is silly." Alex said to himself, thinking back to last night. he sighed as he went into the storeroom/shop and grabbed a shovel.
He headed out to his yard. In the time he had been snacking, the sun had wasted little time climbing in the sky and beating down on Alex and the mud he was scraping in like a drum, despite being hampered by a grey cloud here or there.
Even though alex had left the knife in the house he was glad to have the shovel.
Picking weeds was monotany that allowed Alex's mind to wander.
I should calm down. This house was a blessing. It is beautiful, may need a little work, but beautiful all the same.
It is a little odd the circumstances I got it under I'll admit. It was cheap! When I asked the real estate agent why that was she said that the original owner was an old woman who rarely left. When her post had piled so high that it was difficult to manage the post office visited her home and found her long dead. Natural causes she said. Since she had not progeny the house went to Harmony Grove or the community. The "mayor" decided to sell it after a number of years. She couldn't say who he was or why he sold it. She did mention he was a nice old man though.
And this community. Alex hadn't seen a single person here except a single car leave out of the mainroad. All Alex saw around here was a post office, a couple few houses, railroad tracks and a building near them, and the skeletons of some fallen down buildings. Hell there may be more to this little community and I wouldn't know. The whole place was flanked by thick forest and I hadn't followed it to it's end.
That was weird yesterday. Must've been some kids. I should really look into getting a security system. Or a dog. Or a girlfr- what's this?
Alex picked up a small weirdly shaped pebble, it was caked with dust. A little spit and some rubbing in his shirt and... Is that a...?