Windwood Farm (Taryn's Camera) Read Online Free

been tired and had imagined what she felt. Old houses had personalities and perhaps this one’s was just a little strong. It didn’t mean that she slept any easier that night, however.
    After a quick trip around the exterior of the house, Reagan went back to the kitchen door Taryn had entered the day before. “This is about the only way you can get in and out. Front’s all boarded up. I can take the boards down if it will help with the doors and stuff.”
    “ It would help, actually, especially if the original door is still there behind the planks. Why do you have them boarded up if you say people won’t come in here?”
    “Well, when I first got the house , I didn’t know that. Had the whole thing boarded up. When I saw nobody was going to bother it, I took them down in the back. I like to come in and check on things from time to time...not often though,” he added.
    The kitchen looked the same, vacant and unused, but was set for a breakfast scene that was never going to happen. On closer inspection, the tin cans had obviously been there for a long time, possibly twenty years or more.
    Reagan took her into a room off the kitchen she hadn’t seen the day before. It was a small , narrow room with a single bed and a battered dresser. Both were in bad shape. A man’s work clothes were scattered about the floor and hangers were tossed carelessly about. It appeared someone left in a hurry. The clothes didn’t give the impression to be that far out of style, and Taryn looked at them in confusion. “Was somebody staying here?”
    “Yeah. Two summers ago , we decided to fix this place up, me and my wife. Thought we could add on to it, it doesn’t have but two bedrooms upstairs and we’ve got three kids, and make it real nice again. I heard it used to be a real beauty. So we brought this guy in to pack up the good stuff and haul out the junk. Do some of the landscaping, too. Told him he could stay here while he did it, cause we knew it would take a couple of months.
    “ Well, he stays for about a week and then ups and leaves. Tacks a note on my front door saying that he can’t stay no more and he’s gotta be getting back to Indiana, to home. So I call him and ask him if he wants me to send him his clothes and such that he left behind and he says no, he don’t need a thing. Beat all I ever seen.” Reagan shook his head at the memory and laughed. “I came in here and looked around and found his wallet, full of money. I mailed that to him. Must’ve been in a hurry. I’m gonna put in a call to the Salvation Army and see if they can use any of this furniture. My wife has everything at home the way she wants it and doesn’t want me bringing anything else in to mess it up.”
    Taryn smiled pleasantly and gave a nod, hoping it looked to be in encouragement.
    The jovial smile never left Reagan’s face. “You’ll understand that better if you ever meet the missus. She’s real particular about certain things.”
    “If there are two bedrooms upstairs , why didn’t he sleep up there?”
    Reagan shrugged, and turned back to the kitchen. “Don’t know. Might make more sense when you see one of them, though. Came in here that first day and looked around and then said he’d rather sleep down here. I hauled in a bed from our storage unit. He said that was fine.”
    “So after that , you decided not to fix it up?”
    “No, we still thought we might. My wife came over a few times and worked outside. Still keeps some gardening tools here because the shed here is bigger. We live in a subdivision I developed myself and only have but one outbuilding to make room for the swing set and swimming pool. Came in with some boxes—you’ll see them in the living room—and tried to pack up some stuff herself. Then she said she didn’t like it anymore and wasn’t going to come back by herself. She got spooked. That was the end of that.”
    They were heading toward the living room, and her breath caught. She hoped that whatever