A Cursed Cleaning – Ellen Taylor

Was this the home I had with my mother? My mother, who had overdosed and died when I was a child. I waited, expecting tears, but they didn’t come. For whatever reason, I felt the same amount of assurance that my younger self did. My mom had liked to sleep all the time. Now she could. Forever. I closed my eyes and shook my head. All of this was too weird. It was strange to remember who I was from an outsider’s perspective. When I reached the plastic tote containers, I gave them a good hard look.

Everything else followed game logic, so it would only make sense to try this. I picked up the entire container, a bag in one hand already. Once the large container was heading toward the small sack, the container got sucked into the opening. It didn’t look like a garbage sack covering a rectangular object, either, but a rounded, picturesque bag.

I smiled to myself and did the same with the others, making sure they were all in bags. With three sacks of junk in hand, I walked out the front door and set them at the edge of the shade. The ground seemed to steam, reflecting how hot the day was. I tried not to curse myself for dropping an entire jug of milk in the dumpster my first week here.

I couldn’t have known. Besides, I had needed the dopamine points. The fridge timer faded, and I opened it and drank the water. Three minutes. That was fine. I’d use every second. I sprinted outside and lifted my axe, chopping the logs into boards, then the boards into firewood.

So far, I had 36/50 in the chicken coop. Once the timer was up, I downed a second glass and raced back out there. When it hit one minute and thirty seconds, nausea dropped me to my knees. I’d completely forgotten to watch my stamina! Well, it didn’t matter. I had three glasses of water.

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Book Cover by JV Arts First edition 2025 1kitap1.com/en Contents Dedication 1. Isolation 2. Game Logic 3. Dopamine 4. The Process of Finding a Key 5. Fast Decluttering 6. Not So Isolated 7. The Greenhouse 8. The Orb’s Message 9. A Few More Answers 10. More Chores 11. A Rat in a Maze 12. The Gift of a Friend 13. Them 14. A Very Hot Day 15. Another Hint 16. They Hunt 17. Alien Overlords 18. More to Unlock 19. Experimentation 20. Enough 21.

Sewing 22. The River 23. An Upgrade 24. A Loss 25. Singing in the Dark 26. The Fear of Bridges 27. Shattered Glass 28. The Power of Lilac 29. Killie’s Judgement 30. New Recipes 31. Them in Broad Daylight 32. Paranormal Detective 33. Another Nursery Rhyme 34. To Forage 35. The Second Floor at Night 36. Exhaustion 37. Cold 38. A Hint 39. Warm 40. To Deliver Bricks 41. They Hunt Again Acknowledgements Also by Ellen Taylor About the author 1kitap1.com/en To my Uncle Marc Thanks for letting me borrow the house 1kitap1.com/en S Chapter One Isolation prings squeaked as I shot up, letting out a cry.

Another second passed before I touched the tears racing down my cheeks, wondering why I was sobbing. My gaze traveled around the room to see torn wallpaper and a haphazard painting job to cover it up. The scent of mildew hit my nostrils as early dawn filled this space with a red glow.

I was in a bedroom. Perhaps the mattress on a bedframe within four walls should’ve been my first clue. Though this place was so crowded with junk that I had thought the bed was only being stored here. My bare feet landed on the crusty shag carpet. I shrugged it off and walked to the window. Stiff lace curtains bent as I lifted the broken blinds. Nothing but trees outside.

How odd. Is it odd? I didn’t remember this house, or this view. An additional detail came to me I should have considered first.

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