There was time left for one last tour of the empty house before they had to go, ostensibly to check for anything that might not have been packed away. The floorboards creaked and groaned as she wandered about upstairs checking each room. With everything cleared out of the cupboard under the stairs, each step down sounded like a drum.

They were moving to the city, far away from the strange house in the even stranger village. An appointment with the child psychologist had already been booked, plus a new school and plenty of activities to keep him busy and to get him socializing. The pair hoped that a return to civilization would do him good, stop the wild stories and petty vandalism.

Just as she was about to leave. she heard shuffling and scratching in the room above the lobby.  With a sigh she traipsed her way up the stairs. “What are you doing out of the car, I told you to-”

There was no sign of her son in the room. Searching about the barely furnished south-facing bedroom, nothing caught her eye until she turned to leave. On the floorboards a message had been scratched into the naked wood, pale and thin lines against the darker worn surface.

“If you move, please return.” The scrawl read.



Isaac had once thought that there was too much shelving going up in the study. Seeing box after box of his partner’s books being brought in started him thinking that maybe, just maybe, they’d need some free-standing units to go in the middle of the room.

“You’re -sure- you need all these books?” He asked, draping himself over a box with ‘Mythology’ scrawled along the top in marker pen.

“Quite sure.” Juan smiled, the man in his element as he wheeled in further boxes by way of a trolley. The contraption had three joined wheels on to make it easier to move up the stairs. “Could you move that box over to the shelves away from the window, please?”

With a groan, Isaac hefted the boxed books across. His bleach-blonde tufts of hair were slick with sweat from the move. “I could buy you an e-reader, and re-buy as many books as are available?”

His partner laughed, a wave of his hand levitating a book up and opening the pages. “I cannot quite interact with ebooks as I can with the real thing. Some may consider this a glut. I? Well… there are many more I seek to pick up.”

“I’d put the book down and help out with moving if I were you.” Isaac warned. “If the girls catch you slacking off with your nose between pages, you’ll have hell to pay.”

“True.” The scholar replied, returning the book to its box before wandering over. “There’s time to sort and order them once we’re all settled here.”