From the quick walk-though, I was already mentally calculating all of the expenses and amount of time it would be before this house project would be complete. I could hear the floorboard squeaking beneath my boots with every step–this home improvement would be worth the wait.
When I got to the second floor, I noticed a hatch in the ceiling. Darren and I didn’t see it before, nor did the realtor mention it at all. What the hell was it doing here and what could possibly be up there?
And more importantly, who the hell was running around up there while this house was being worked on?
Part of me wondered if this was intentionally left out and hidden, possibly hiding some kind of secret.
I paused for a moment, waiting to hear something from Darren. His voice didn’t call out for a minute or so.
I called out again. No answer.
It’s only been about three weeks since we started remodeling the house, and I feel like we’ve made some good progress so far. At the rate we’ve been going, we could probably finish this ahead of our predicted complete date.
Today, Darren and I are on, both of us investing the most money behind this entire project. The entire house looks like it’s been bombed from the inside-out, but that just means we’ve been putting in all of the effort needed to get this project done.
When we first got there, I looked at the front door and saw a giant slash across of it. This must have been what Darren was talking about before.
Exposed support beams, wooden planks nailed around on almost every wall, and glass windows only being shards around the edge: the common sight of home flipping.
It started to make me think that there were probably a bunch of walls still intact that I could swing at for some fun.
I could hear footsteps coming from nearby. At first I assumed they were Darren’s boots, but I realized that they couldn’t have been.