Vampire In The Attic

Frank disliked the way the house smelled of old people and dust. It was quite unsettling really. All he wanted to do was go back to Michigan and lay in his bed while in thought. It was something he did frequently to calm his nerves and just think about life itself. That worried his mother Linda so when the opportunity came for a better job in New Jersey, she didn't hesitate to scoop up her son and everything they had and drive down there.

She said, "It'll help you become happy again. I'm sure of it!" Though Frank didn't believe it, all the big move had done so far was ruin his relationship with what friends he had back home and make him even sadder. He felt as if he and his world was just falling apart. But he was sure to keep a smile on his face for his mother. He didn't want her to worry, she had enough to take care of.

Linda walked in front of him with a bounce in her step, unlike her usual tired shuffle due to the late work shifts that she would take.

"What do you think Frank? Isn't it beautiful?" She asked her son as they entered what Frank soon realized was the kitchen. He let out a sigh and looked around, obviously, no one had bothered to clean before putting the house on the market. The counters and wooden cabinets had fingerprints and old smears of food on them. As if a bunch of careless teenagers lived here beforehand.

"It's filthy mom." He said pointing to a sticky brown rim on the counter from a cup. "I mean, we could fix it up but that would take a while. Why couldn't you get something pre-cleaned?"
He immediately felt guilty after the words left his lips. He looked down at his shoes, unsure how his mother would react to such rude words. Though Linda just laughed and turned to her son with a hint of a smile on her familiar face.

"Why don't you try buying a house cheap in this town? It's not that easy Frank, especially with our tight budget." She scolded but smiled.

Frank returned the smile, feeling relieved that Linda didn't take it too harshly. After all, she had been going through a rough patch in life with Franks depression and her finances. He knew that he was affecting her in a bad way which made him feel worse.
"The moving truck should be here in about twenty minutes," Linda said looking down at the watch on her wrist. "I'm going to wait out on the front lawn. You can go ahead and pick out a room upstairs."

Frank nodded and went back towards the front door, though before he hit the entryway he raced up the staircase on his right. The carpeted stairs felt stale and crusty like they hadn't been vacuumed in years and collected debris. Frank made a mental note to never investigate the carpet with bare feet.

Frank reached the top and discovered the carpet continued on throughout the upstairs hallway. He opened the first door on the left and found a bathroom with dry blood stains leading from the doorway to the toilet. Guess someone couldn't get their tampon in fast enough. He cringed at the thought of some girl running to the toilet before continuing his way down the hall.

All the doors that he opened were to storage closets or a small office that he didn't dare call his own due to the smell it held. He opened the door at the end of the hall to find a room full of debris and someone else's belongings that consisted of clothes and bodily maintenance.
"Fucking squatters." He muttered to himself.

Frank turned around swiftly, not wanting to even breathe the air that was in the room. He slammed the door closed and opened the one across from it which was similar to the one he just opened, though it had more belongings. Frank sighed and decided to just take it. He shouldn't be picky after all, it would just upset his mother. Plus he could probably find something to salvage like a hairbrush or something.

Frank began to shuffle his way into the room, hoping he wouldn't happen to any dead bodies or human feces. That would be the worst thing to happen. He was standing in the middle of the room eventually, quietly evaluating what he would do with all the junk when he heard shifting above him. His head snapped up towards the sound out of habit. It's an old house Frank, it's going to make noises. He thought to himself.

He looked back down and reluctantly picked up a pair of black boxers with his pinkie finger. But he dropped them as soon as he'd seen the blood stain. Someone got down and dirty. He wiped his hand on his black jeans quickly and almost screamed at the idea of how much bacteria the undergarments held within them.

Frank had this thing with uncleanliness. It wasn't OCD, he could sit in his old messed-up bedroom and not feel a twinge of guilt of disgust. It was something that had formed quite recently when groups of kids at his old school decided to rub pre-used tissues on him.
Just then Frank heard the large truck pulling into the driveway and two car doors slamming shortly after. He thought nothing of it, knowing it was the men who drive the moving van.
Frank pulled himself across the room and opened what he assumed was a closet door, which he was right. Shitty wire hangers dangled from the rack in the closet. Why throw your clothes on the floor when you have a closet full of hangers? Frank shook his head and begun pushing the debris away from him with his shoes. The floor was the same carpet as in the hallway and on the stairs in which he felt negative of.

When he felt like he had enough he pulled himself from the debris of the room and back downstairs where two men were hauling large boxes into the house, one of them had short-cut blonde hair and the other had brown hair which hung in his eyes slightly. When Linda came in behind them with a large box, Frank sprinted over to her and swiped the box from her grasp.

"I'll get it, mom, don't strain yourself." She smiled at Frank before saying, 'thank you' and walking back outside to fetch a smaller box.
It took about an hour for all four of them to unload the truck entirely, by then it was noon and Linda was handing the man with blonde hair his and his companions tips. Once the men had left Frank sat next to Linda on the couch with a tired sigh.

"I say we take a break before unpacking and order some pizza, what do you say?" Frank asked hopefully. Linda thought for a moment.

"Food might help boost our energy." She said before answering. "I say yes." Frank raised his fist in the air and cheered dramatically. "I'll go ahead to the kitchen and order some" Linda said. She stood up and pulled her phone out from the pocket of her jeans. Frank nodded eagerly before he realized he had forgotten to tell Linda about the junk-filled rooms upstairs. But before he could inform her she was gone.

"And so the hotdog was left to his own thoughts, but did he accept them? No, he decided to take a piss." Frank whispered to himself before heading to the bathroom he had found downstairs previously.

He stood there relieving himself and wondering how he would clean up the two rooms when he heard what sounded like footsteps and hushed voices above him. Normally he would've ignored it but with how the house gave him the creeps he decided to listen in. Though all he could gather were the simple words "shity, shity, shit." and what sounded like someone falling.

Frank hadn't slept much in the past week, maybe it was just the voices coming back again? He then ignored it for his own sanity and zipped up his pants before joining his mother in the living room.

"Hey, mom?" He asked, casually sitting next to her.

"Yes, Frank?" She asked, looking up to him from the notepad in front of her.
"Well, there are two rooms upstairs that are full of shit. I think some squatters were here, maybe still are." He shrugged. Not caring about how he cursed in front of Linda.

"Language Frank." She scolded before continuing. "We can clean that up tomorrow, I want to focus on the common areas for now."

"You can sleep on the couch until then?" She asked with a brow raised.
"Yeah. Yeah sure." He agreed. And so the rest of the day was rating pizza once it arrived and unpacking boxes in the living-room and kitchen. It was tiring for the most part. They had spent twenty minutes looking for a hammer to hang up a few photos until Frank said that it could wait until the next day.

Once, Frank, had himself settled on the couch, he pulled the blanket up to his chin and muttered a 'goodnight' as his mother walked past him towards her room. For the first time in weeks, he felt happy and sleepy. Which helped him drift away into sleep.

Notes

Well, I don't really feel as confident posting this on here as I did Quotev but hey!
Erm, thanks (Pete) for reading this and hopefully I'll come back to this all one day and fix this trash. Haha. Comment what you thought and maybe vote?