I grabbed my phone and snapped a few pictures of it like I’d promised Dad, then locked my car and slowly walked towards the building. Was it even safe for me? Would the stairs collapse under my feet? Would the veranda hold my weight, or were the white-painted floorboards rotten?
I approached it hesitantly. The stairs were a grey brick and looked solid, so I walked up a little further and peered at the veranda flooring. Weeds grew through the floorboards, and they were scratched and scraped, some broken and rotting in the corners, but it looked largely okay.
I still tested it with a few careful footsteps before I decided to trust it.
Animals had taken over, it appeared. There was an abandoned bird nest in the corner, and the lower walls bore the same scratches as the floors.
At least the door was still on its hinges.
It was a strange thing to be grateful for.
I’d take it as a win.
I flipped through my keys to find the one for the bed and breakfast, but it wasn’t there. With a frown, I checked all my pockets and even went back to my car to check for it, but no.
I closed my eyes.
I’d left it on the living room table, right next to the box that contained all the other keys for this place. Grandpa had never labelled them as he’d known exactly what they all were, but that wasn’t a skill he’d passed to me, and I’d been a little overwhelmed when Mr. Porter had handed me the Tupperware box of keys.
I leant against my car and dialled my dad’s number, staring sadly at the house.
How had we let it come to this?
Had we been so wrapped up in our own lives that we’d forgotten about this part of it?
I knew the answer to that one.
“Hello,” Dad said. “Is everything okay?”
“Uh, I left the keys on the coffee table,” I replied.
He barked out a laugh. “Do you want me to bring them down to you?”
“If you can. You wanted to come anyway. But only if Mum’s okay.”
“Mum’s fine. She’s still sleeping. I think that sleeping pill knocked her right out,” Dad said. “Give me fifteen minutes, Lottie, and I’ll be there.”
CHAPTER THREE
“Christ. You’d think this place had been abandoned for four hundred years, not four.”
I took the keys Dad held out with a grimace. “I’m kind of scared to go inside, honestly. I’m worried it’s not all cosmetic and that those loose tiles are going to mean a roof repair.”
He backed up a few feet and looked up at the roof, then shook his head. “I don’t think so. You’ve got a couple of loose ones that have come down, but I think your biggest issue up there is going to be broken tiles. Looks like more broken ones than anything.”
“I hope you’re right. They don’t need fixing right away, do they?”
“No. And if we can find any of the fallen tiles intact or mostly intact, you can save money by having those put back.”
I blew out a breath. “Okay, that helps.”
“I bet you’re glad I’m here now, aren’t you?”
“Well, if I’d known it was this bad, I never would have come alone,” I reasoned. “I don’t even know where to start out here.”
“The grass. Let’s get rid of that fallen tree, cut the grass, and trim back these bushes. That won’t be a lot of work, and we can probably find a pair of hands or two to help us out,” Dad said. “That’ll help a lot. Right now, you’re trying to see through overgrowth, and that’s hard. You’d be surprised what mowing a lawn can do.”
I nodded slowly. He was right. Now that the initial shock of seeing the state of this place had worn off, I was able to look at everything much more rationally. Part of that was the landscaping.
Or, rather, the lack of it.
If we cut the grass, removed that fallen tree, and trimmed the bushes back to a regular size, it might not look quite so overwhelming.
Maybe.
It couldn’t look any worse than it did right now.
I unlocked the front door and took a deep breath as I pushed it open. It smelt old and empty, like a strange mix of stale rainwater and dead grass, and there was an underlying bitterness that told me there probably was something actually dead somewhere in this place.
God, please let it be a rat and not a person.
“Blimey,” Dad muttered. “I guess the local wildlife have taken to living here.”
I looked down at the rat poop that was scattered all over the floor. “That explains the smell.”
“Leave the door open, let some fresh air in. I doubt this place has been aired through in years,” he said, stepping into the foyer.
The front desk was to the right, and the wall behind it was made of built-in shelves with a singular door I remembered leading to the office. To the left was a living area, and it truly was a relic of years gone by.
The sofas, chairs, and tables were all covered with white dust sheets—or, rather, what should have been white dust sheets. In reality, they were either yellowed or greying and coated in a thick layer of grime and dirt that made me more than a little afraid to look under them. One of the glass panes in the bay window was completely boarded up, and I winced at the sight of the others cracked to either side of it.
“Come on. Let’s see if we can find the source of that smell,” Dad said, motioning for me to follow him.
I snapped pictures of the foyer, then followed his footsteps through the living room. I was determined to take pictures as I went, if nothing else, then just to document a before and after.
Not that I was sure it was possible for there to be an after in this situation. It was feeling quite hopeless.
The living room lead to the sunroom, where the bottom of the stairs was. It was the most gorgeous octagonal room that would have been gloriously lit up through the incredible floor-length windows if it weren’t for the dirt on them. One of the glass panes had a giant crack running through it, but Dad nodded.
“That’s good. It’s cheaper to replace that one small pane than the entire window, especially in this style.” He looked back at me. “I know it’s hard, Lottie, but try to look on the bright side of things.”
“What bright side? There’s an inch of rat shit on the floor, the windows look like they need a gallon of white vinegar per square inch, and there’s so much dust in here that I half-expect a living dust-bunny to appear from under that couch with a relic from Ancient Rome.”
Dad looked at me. “At least if there’re ghosts, you’ll see them coming with all this dust.”
“Very funny,” I deadpanned. “Can we just keep going?”
The sunroom lead through into the larger dining area. There was a nook off to the back with smaller breakfast tables, but this area was centred by the extravagant fireplace on the wall to my left. Large sliding doors allowed us a peek at the back patio, an area that looked completely fine, save for the debris and dirt there.
Like the bird’s nest in the rusty hanging basket.
That was one use for it.
I peered through into the breakfast area. It had large windows that overlooked the back of the property and the patio, and I winced when I saw one smashed at the bottom. “That’s how wildlife has gotten in, then.”