NIGHTMARE ONE: MARIETTE'S NIGHTMARE: DREAM OF NIGHTMARE HOUSE
Mary Hazel Upton
BLOG POST FOR MARIETTE'S NIGHTMARE HOUSE PAGE
SEPTEMBER 2, 2016 FRIDAY BLOG POST FOR STORY IN PROGRESSS
MARY HAZEL HENSON IN BACK YARD OF THE ROUDENBUSH HOUSE
PHOTOGRAPH BY HAZEL FERN HENSON
This photograph of me is from one of Mama's very old photo books of old family photographs. Usually I assume Daddy took all of the black and white photos, but since this photo is very old, and he did not really seriously start his photography hobby until after he retired, I think Mama probably took this one. The camera she had when I was a little girl was a Kodak and black and white photos were all that could be taken with it. I am probably about four or five years old in this picture, although there is no date on the picture.
The Roudenbush house, which belonged to my great-grandparents, Abraham and Phoebe Roudenbush stood on Main Street in New Albany. Grandpa Roudenbush had a saw sharpening business in the basement, which was accessible from an outside entrance at first. However, later one of the neighbors claimed that the Roudenbush house had been built on part of their land and would not let Grandpa use the outside entrance anymore. So customers now had to go through the house and down to the basement that way.I remember only Mama telling me about this dispute, but I clearly remember that the only way for anyone else to get to the basement and to the backyard was down a steep, narrow, dark, and very spooky stairway in the house. Once you were in the back yard that stairway was the only way back upstairs. There was a huge grind stone in the back yard that Grandpa probably used for his saw sharpening business, and that he allowed me to play with. The backyard was narrow, but deep, sloping down to a railroad track. I don't remember the railroad track, but remember Mama telling me about it. I do remember the grind stone especially, and also how the other tall narrow old houses on either side seemed to tower over the back yard.
The Roudenbush house was also an old narrow two story house. My Daddy grew up there, along with his brother, John, and sister, Leona, when Bertha Henson, their mother, came back home with her family to stay with her parents. The house is long gone now, torn down, but I can still walk through that spooky old house in my mind, as I can with most buildings I have been in.
The Roudenbush house is the real house that is Mariette's original Nightmare House in her story.
MORNING GLORIES GROWING ON FENCE IN ALLEY NEAR MY HOUSE LAST YEAR
PHOTO BY MARY HAZEL UPTON
The morning glories that were on the fence in the alley last year have been mostly replaced with wild grape vines with lots of still green grapes on them. There are more morning glories this year in other places though. I chose this flower photo from my Doodlekit library to post with this blog, although I'm not sure if I've already used that photo on my website yet, or not, since the morning glories are just starting to bloom again this month. And anyway, I figure I can't have too many flower photos on my website, even duplicates! I guess if people search for some of the pages of the website, they might only find that page, and not the others, so if they don't look for the other pages, they can still see the beautiful morning glories here!
Wild morning glories take a long time to get started each year, but once they cover the fences with their lovely flowers they bloom until frost. The ones Mama had on the fence are just starting to bloom this year. This year, for the first time, some purple ones are mixed in with her original pink ones.
Here is the next chapter of Mariette's story. As the story develops, there will be regular chapters interspersed with nightmare chapters of her dreams, as well as other characters' dreams.
DREAM OF NIGHTMARE HOUSE
Mariette opened the door, but the door only opened into another room. The room was filled with old-fashioned furniture that made her feel somehow depressed just by looking at it. There was a feeling of an old-fashioned parlor about the room, one of those old timey rooms that were seldom used. Mariette got the impression that the room had been like this for an untold span of time. A slow familiar terror began to grow in her heart as she opened one of the doors leading out of this room. She wasn't at all surprised to find herself in another similar room, this one too with several doors leading out of it.
Mariette continued wandering through the warren of interconnecting rooms. Knowing that each choice was getting her more hopelessly lost in Nightmare House. She knew that, like a cave explorer, who continues choosing one of many tunnels at each junction, she was getting more and more hopelessly lost in the interior of the house. She had no choice but to continue though.
The house was empty. It was always empty. And as she wandered through the vast, empty, silent rooms, Mariette's dread increased because she knew that sooner or later she would open the final door. She had no idea what was behind that final door, only that it was something unspeakable.
Mariette woke up, a cold lump of dread in her chest. For a moment she was disoriented, as she usually was after the dreams, unsure of what was real and what wasn't. She reached out in the darkness and was relieved to feel Curt's warm body next to her in bed. Slowly she realized who and where she was, but it was still awhile before she could go back to sleep.
Ever since she was a little girl Mariette had had these nightmares. She remembered when they had started. It was the night after her grandfather's funeral.
"Don't look in the coffin," Mama had told her as the relatives and friends were filing past for their last goodbye.
Of course, six year old Mariette had looked. Grandpa didn't look real. He looked like a department store mannequin now. Mariette didn't cry, and she never told anybody, but the dreams had started that night. The dreams were always the same, but always different too, variations on a theme. Her dream world was like a kaleidoscope, the designs similar, but the details forever changing. She knew the house in her nightmares. It was the house in Old Albany where her grandfather had lain dying of cancer for months. They had had in a bed in the parlor to save walking upstairs to the bedroom to care for him.
Mariette lay shuddering in the dark, afraid to close her eyes for a long time. She was glad it was Saturday night and Curt was home from work. Usually he worked the 11 P.M. to 7 A.M. shift, leaving her home alone at night. The dreams almost always woke her up in the dark, scary, early hours of the morning. She hadn't been bothered by the dreams hardly at all since her marriage to Curt three years ago. The dreams only began again whenever she was troubled about something. She wasn't troubled by anything now. The three years since her marriage to Curt had been the happiest three years of her life. The dream was her old childhood nightmare though.
Mariette lay there in the darkness trying to think why she should be dreaming about Nightmare House now. She felt her heartbeat slowly returning to normal. She was able to think more calmly about the dream now. She knew then that the house in her nightmare this time wasn't her grandparents' old house on Main Street, long since demolished except in her dark dreams. It was the old house in Carrollton Location that she and Curt had bought.
THE OLD HOUSE APRIL 1979
PHOTOGRAPH BY HAZEL FERN HENSON
This photograph of the old house taken in early spring looking across Highway 29 in Wheeling, Indiana also shows our mobile home in the background. Mama took the photo on one of hers and Daddy's visits to Gain and me. Spring comes slowly in North Central Indiana, and it came even more slowly back then, before the climate began changing. In the photo the trees are still winter bare.
PHOTOGRAPH BY MARY HAZEL UPTON
I took this photograph of a pale blue morning glory the same day as I took the other one on this blog post. I think it was a Sunday morning when I walked up the alley last September to photograph the morning glories. The alley is right behind my house, and seldom used by anyone anymore. The morning glories were a mass of pink, pale blue, and purple blossoms for several months that late summer and early fall. Most of the people who have houses with backyards on the alley also have chain link fences, ideal for the morning glories to twine on.
MARY HAZEL'S DIARY.
SEPTEMBER 2, 2016 FRIDAY
i will add a quick diary entry to this blog post before quitting for tonight. It is after eight o'clock now as I get back to finish the blog post. It will be dark soon. We are losing a little more daylight everyday now.
I took Hammerhead to breakfast this morning at Wendy's. On the way to pick Hammerhead up to go to breakfast, I saw a yard sale, and we stopped there before breakfast. The lady who had the sale has her yard sales several times a year, starting in spring, and usually one more in the autumn, so this will probably be her last sale before next spring. We always stop whenever we see her sign out. She had a wooden Santa Claus sign out by her driveway, which I spotted immediately. We stopped before breakfast because her house is on a small hill, and right above a busy road, so it is difficult to get back out once a lot of people start shopping. I always turn Van Boy around, headed back down the hill, and out the driveway, before we get out to shop!
Hammerhead visited with the yard sale lady while I shopped. He visits with everybody, and the longer he visits the longer I have to shop! Sometimes he visits so long, that I start shopping again, and buy even more stuff! I bought a very nice computer desk with a lamp, better than the one I have now, for Laptop Boy for only $10. I couldn't pass up a bargain like that! I also bought a small round wooden table for $3.00. I may use it beside the computer table to hold a cup of coffee or Coke while I work. She also had books for 50 cents each, so, of course, I bought a whole stack of them too, most of them good hard cover reference books to add to the library
After breakfast Hammerhead and I went to the flea market and I bought more books, mostly reference books for the library. I have so many books now, and can also get so many "story books" on Cell Phone Boy now, that I mostly buy reference books rather than just something to read. I did buy a couple of books just to read though that I didn't think would be that easy to find a copy of later if I wanted them. I am learning more about what books are plentiful and what are more obscure titles that would be difficult to find again. As I get into that research more, and learn more, and get time to write articles on it, I will share that information on my website.
It was going on noon by the time I took Hammerhead home and got home and ready to work in my office. I mostly finished the September blog post, but then had to quit to wrap some presents for everybody for tomorrow. Charles is having his big Labor Day Cook Out, the last one of the summer, tomorrow. I always take a few gifts for the kids, at least, and sometimes for the rest of the family. I had Halloween "loot" for Charles this time, as well as toys for Payton and Jaylin, so I got a little bit of loot for Anna Marie and Theresa. (Mama and I invented the word "loot" when we used to get each other little presents for no reason. Loot isn't like a birthday present, or like a Christmas present, where you "exchange" gifts. Loot is a present for no particular occasion and where you don't expect anything in return. Usually the "loot" Mama and I gave each other was a lot of little presents, not just one big present. So that is what I do now, especially for the kids).
So I am finally getting back to finish the blog post for September. I still have a lot of housework to do and a lot of photos to file, but will try to post a new blog every month from now on.
Next month I will post Chapter Three of Mariette's book, Nightmare House, titled Walking On A Dead Man's Secrets. In that chapter Roy and Nettie Hensley have come up from Midway to visit Mariette and Curt and to help them clean up the property they've bought so that they can move in soon. Meaghn Louise, Curt's eight year old daughter, is also helping. In this chapter they are having a picnic at the old house while they work, and this is also when Mariette be!comes sure that there is something frightening and definitely not right about the old house.
I won't promise, but since next month is October, I will also try to post an extra blog that month, something scary for Halloween!
Mariette and I both hope you are enjoying her story and the other material on this website, and that you will come back again.
ABRAHAM AND PHOEBE ELLEN ROUDENBUSH
ON FRONT PORCH OF THEIR HOUSE ON MAIN STREET
PHOTOGRAPH BY HAZEL FERN HENSON
This photograph of my great grandparents is also from Mama's book of very old family photographs. I don't know if Mama or someone else took the photo, but since I have no way of giving whoever else might have taken the photo credit, I am giving Mama the credit. If anyone who is doing genealogy finds this website and wants to download and share any of the photos, please feel free to use them however you like.