Everything started out quite normal with a typical summer day in the typical town of Marlow, New Hampshire. With the downcast, gloomy clouds floating over the populated town of 6,284 people, the day seemed to consist of window watchers waiting for rain and cancellation alerts for the daily town activities. Considering everyone ran into town to pack up on their natural disaster essentials, Mrs. Davis decided to avoid the crazy crowds and simply enjoy her newly built home.

“What to do…what to do,” she quietly said to herself. With boxes spread along the floor throughout the entire place, she decided to take the easy way out and sit down instead of actually cleaning. Excited about the new house, her husband walked in with a giant grin across his face. She tried her hardest to show the same emotions in return but instead just stared at him with a look of disgust. “Don’t look at me like that!” he exclaimed, “We have a brand new house in a brand new town. You cannot just sit there like a couch potato… You have to enjoy yourself!” Still looking with distaste, she asked him what possibly they could do on a downcast day and why they couldn’t relax after all of the hectic hours of moving. With a quick answer, Mr. Davis stated “Well you have been wanting to start a garden for years so why not start now. The ground is soft from the rain and it’s not too hot for a plant. Come on!” Grabbing his wife’s arm and running outside with enthusiasm, Mr. Davis smiled at her as she continued with a sickening look. Eager to start a new life, Mrs. Davis finally gave into her husband’s craziness with a small grin. Considering he had always talked about his love for gardens, Mrs. Davis decided to try something new that he loved. Sometimes she wondered how in the world she ended up marrying such a zany man.

Beginning the daunting task of gardening in which she had no previous skill, Mrs. Davis slowly dug out a hole in the ground. Considering she had already showered for the day and did not plan on showering again, she seemed quite bitter about the mud her husband kicked up onto her legs. Also, she could not handle the dirty bugs buzzing around by her sweaty forehead; basically, everything about the day remained miserable. The humidity and stickiness of the weather seemed like the worst possible conditions for a day outside; however, a small breeze flew in from the East later on in the day. After four hours of being in the nasty weather, Mrs. Davis hit a bump in the road, literally. Digging up a hole for a red rose plant she bought a week ago, she noticed something stuck in the soil. Continuously digging and avoiding the object which she thought had simply been a rock, Mrs. Davis quickly fell to the ground after her shovel came in contact with this foreign object. Lying on the ground unconscious, Mrs. Davis soon heard the noise of an ambulance coming to rescue her.

People spoke to her asking many questions in which she heard but simply could not answer. With most of her senses gone from the hard impact of the ground, Mrs. Davis sat in a state of confusion at the hospital. After three days in the hospital, she suddenly woke up in her driveway as her husband helped her out of their new car. Normally a welcoming place, the property of the house suddenly felt eerie and unsafe. Considering the shovel and hole were still lying there intact, Mrs. Davis quickly bolted inside with a fear of recurrence to her last event. The couple felt as if the craziness had gone away, but the house gave off different feelings. No one spoke of her previous injury.

The night of her return, Mrs. Davis heard an extremely loud noise which seemed quite unordinary. Although her husband claimed that she just heard the thunder from the incoming storm, she knew what she heard did not have anything to do with the weather. Mrs. Davis claimed she would sleep on the couch that night just to be sure. Waiting until after her husband had been asleep for hours, Mrs. Davis ran straight to the area of her accident. Although her husband and the doctors told her to avoid physical labor for about two weeks, she did not care. She had to find out who or what pushed her to the ground.

“If the doctors can’t tell me what happened, then they clearly shouldn’t tell me what I can and can’t do.” she whispered to avoid being fearful. Knowing that she definitely should avoid the shovel that landed her in the hospital for a week, Mrs. Davis still continued.

Hearing a small noise, she looked out for a creature lurking about. Well, maybe small would be an understatement for the noise she heard. Soon enough, her husband ran outside with a smile on his face. He asked Mrs. Davis why she stood outside so late and she replied by asking why he smiled. The situation seemed quite peculiar to both of them, and they both returned inside quickly after the night’s event. After three more days of strange, troubled feelings, Mr. and Mrs. Davis had a discussion about the possibility of leaving the place which originally made them so joyful. Still having that sunny and exuberant personality that Mrs. Davis started to abhor, Mr. Davis persuaded his wife to give the place another chance “because everything has to get better,” he claimed in that pleasing voice he had been recently using at the house.

Having enough of all of the problems associated with the house, Mrs. Davis informed her husband that she would be leaving by 8:30 the next morning. In a menacing voice, she harshly said she would gladly go alone.

 

“Do what you need to do” Mr. Davis replied.

 

Eager to leave and forget about the whole experience, Mrs. Davis packed all of her belongings and filled the car with luggage to save time in the morning. Still suspicious about the object which landed her in the hospital, she marched outside and immediately picked up the item in the hole she dug out. Inspecting the creme-colored rock and taking a closer look, Mrs. Davis soon realized she had a human bone in her hand. Running inside to gather her things and leave, she knew she could never return to that house. 

As soon as 8:30 rolled around, she grabbed her last bag and scurried out to her car. She expected to see Mr. Davis; however, he clearly decided that he did not need her love in his life anymore. Although she wanted to be sad about leaving her husband, Mrs. Davis seemed too caught up on the human bone in the front yard to care about her upcoming divorce. She didn’t want to know what happened in the past, she only wanted to escape. Opening the trunk to her car, Mrs. Davis soon realized that every bit of luggage packed into her car from the previous night had vanished. In a quick flash, she landed on the ground. This time, no visit to the hospital would be necessary. Standing by the car, Mr. Davis picked up her cold body and walked towards the yard. “A new perfect addition” he said as he headed towards the garden.