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The Chambers House was being watched.
Martin was unaware of this as he slept in his room on the first floor, the room that at one time was the butler's quarters but now, more often than not, served as his room.
If Martin knew the identity of the person watching, things would change significantly for him.
Tamara watched the house closely. She had seen Tiffany wandering around, turning off lights, and had seen the lights in the room being used by Martin turn off. And Tamrara knew Tiffany well enough not to think that Martin was fooling around with her. She had too good of a thing going on at home to lose it all because of him.
No, she was sure something was happening in the house; Tamara was unsure what it was or who it was with.
Tiffany walked out of the house and into her car. Then, after sitting there and talking on the phone for several minutes, she pulled away. The house was empty. Well, that is except for Martin.
Getting out of her car, Tamara crept to the house and then around to the back and used her key to open the door to the cellar. They had just replaced it, so she knew it would open smoothly and with little or no sound.
Entering the house, she closed it carefully behind her and continued down the stairs. And upon reaching the floor, she turned on her cell phone light.
The room was sparse except for some tools and supplies that the workers used for the renovations. In the corner was an old boiler that had once provided heat and hot water for the house. It was also the reason the people in the house died so long ago.
She crept to the inside stairs and started moving up those stairs into the central part of the house. They creaked a little, but nothing loud enough for her to worry about as she reached the door to the house.
Trying the knob, she was pleased to find that it was unlocked. She had told Martin he should keep it locked but had been lax. Opening it, she found herself in the main hall of the house. She kept a couple of fingers over the light so that it only cast a sliver of a beam across the floor.
Looking to the left and right, she could see that the only lights in the house were security nightlights that she had installed herself.
Closing the door behind her, she began walking down the hall, and as she passed the parlor, she heard something from that room. As she scanned, she saw the silhouette of someone standing at the window, blocking the light coming in from the outside. Quickly, she raised her phone to cast the whole light in the room, but there was nothing there.
She covered the light again and exhaled in relief, but still felt a chill run down her back as she looked again. This time, nothing was blocking the light, making her blood a little colder.
As she moved further, she approached the front entrance and grand foyer. She heard a sound like material being shifted or curtains being moved. She spun around again, facing the corner of the room, brought up her light, and jumped, letting out a little scream as her light showed an older woman sitting in a chair.
"Sit down, Tamara Elaine."
Tamara stumbled and almost fell, but then it felt like something, like two hands, grasped her and guided her gently to the loveseat across from the strange woman.
"Who are you? If you are a burglar, this is my boyfriends house, we will have you arrested." Tamara sputtered, still panicking.
The woman reached over and turned on the small lamp next to her, then looked at Tamara; she seemed to take her in, looking her over the way one might consider a rat that had gotten into the grain.
She leaned forward, "You are Tamara, yes? The love interest of our Martin?"
Tamara nodded, "Who are..."
"Who I am in unimportant to you and not something I will allow to be your business. I do not consider you worth knowing who I am." She sat back and cocked her head, "Why are you sneaking around this house? And are you responsible for the fat man that was tresspassing on the grounds a while ago?"
Tamara stammered and then said, "I have no idea what you are talking about. Martin and I own this house together and I don't know any thing about a fat..."
The woman laughed and then stared intently at Tamara. "Dear, you are not as clever as you would like to think you are. In fact, you are a fitting example of what I think is the worst quality of this new generation. You are spoiled and you are concerned with no other person than yourself."
Looking around for a moment, Tamara screamed, "Marty! Help!" She continued this for a couple of minutes, all while the older woman stared at her with a wicked grin.
"He will not hear you, my dear." She looked around, "You see, I do still have some power in this house, and I chose not to let you be heard." Then she stood and stepped toward Tamara, "In fact, I choose to not let you remember anything about tonight, except for this."
The woman leaned over and whispered something into Tamara's ear. Tamara then smiled, closed her eyes, and remembered nothing more about the evening.
The sun shone through the car's side window when Tamara woke up. She looked around and could not think for her life why she was in her car parked at the mall. Tamara looked around and found several food wrappers and a couple of empty cups. She also felt full.
"What was I doing last night, and how did I..." Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on her window. She turned and faced a police officer looking at her and the mess in the front seat.
"Ma'am, are you OK?" He asked.
She looked around, still bleary-eyed, "Yeah... yeah... I was tired and thought I would nap before driving more."
"OK, that was smart, but next time you might want to pick someplace a little safer." He nodded to her and walked away.
As she watched him leave, she glanced at the logo on the side of the car, then did a double take, "What in THEE FUCK am I doing in Duluth?"
"What are you doing in Duluth?" Martin yelled at the phone. "Never mind, just... maybe go see a doctor there and then head back." He looked at the Google Maps page he had pulled up with Tamara, who first called him, "It's a six-hour drive, so maybe take it easy on the way back." Then he hung up.
"Tamara is in Duluth? For Gods sake, why?" Tiffany asked.
Martin shrugged, "She said that she does not even know the answer to that." He flopped down in the chair, "She has never been there, does not know anyone there, and said that she cannot even recall driving there." He looked at Tiffany for a long moment, then added, "Last thing she said she remembers is leaving Jenny's house to get some food."
