The lilac house on the corner was just an ordinary house.
That was if you only saw the outside.
From outside when you saw the Hudson’s enter and exit they looked ordinary.
Inside, they were anything but.
Inside the house there’s a brown worn wallet belonging to Mr. Hudson. Inside the wallet was no crisp anything, or loose anything. There was Visa, American Express and Mastercard. Inside one of the folds, strategically placed behind a Visa was a picture of a little newborn child. The date in the corner was just a few days old but Mrs. Hudson never mothered a child. There were words on the back.
That was if you only saw the outside.
From outside when you saw the Hudson’s enter and exit they looked ordinary.
Inside, they were anything but.
Inside the house there’s a brown worn wallet belonging to Mr. Hudson. Inside the wallet was no crisp anything, or loose anything. There was Visa, American Express and Mastercard. Inside one of the folds, strategically placed behind a Visa was a picture of a little newborn child. The date in the corner was just a few days old but Mrs. Hudson never mothered a child. There were words on the back.
To Daddy from Mommy and Joey.
Next to that worn wallet sat a phone. The phone had a very difficult, more than four-digit number passcode. The screensaver was a candid shot of Mr. and Mrs. Hudson gazing into each other’s eyes with love and passion. They’ve been married for a long time so why was that the picture from their wedding?
Up the stairs into the master bedroom smelt very masculine. The bed was made a perfect and in dark, moody colors. On the dresser was a watch, cologne, and a tie. In the closet were only slacks, jeans, sneakers, dress shoes, suits, array of ties and bowties.
When you left the room across was another room. Inside this room was bright with yellows, pinks and baby blue. There was not a mess inside. There was a purse on top of the bed.
In that purse was a designer wallet. Next to the wallet swam a beautiful wedding ring. Around in the purse it was easy to find the phone number from Bill that was written on a napkin. Also, inside were three bottles of concealor and foundation, makeup. Why so much makeup? If someone were to look in this room, they would find on the dresser more makeup used to cover things up.
In the corner of the room was a basket filled with ordinary clothes. On the clothes weren’t ordinary stains. There was a blood stain on the dress and a lipstick mark on the dress shirt. Definitely not ordinary.
This one really shocked me in a good way. I love to read things like this that kinda has a secret within
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