Moving away from Springwood, the town that Quentin had grown up in, had been the best move for the family. There hadn’t been too much left keeping them there, and for the most part, everything was just bad memories. Quentin’s friends had died. His mother committed suicide. Nancy was lost to Freddy, and then he was almost lost, too. Two years later, with no signs of Freddy, a new start was agreed upon. Effie, the newest addition to the family (through adoption) would get a chance at starting over and being who she wanted to be at a new school, too.
The house had an old feel to it and even smelled a bit aged. Certain floorboards creaked under weight and the wallpaper was far from being modern. It even had a milk door, which hadn’t been used in years and would continue to not be used. The dumbwaiter, on the other hand, could turn out to be useful for some things. The house was spacious and had more than enough bedrooms for all of them, but they’d probably be turned into offices or workout rooms. Alan had even allowed Quentin and Effie to do what they wanted with one of the spare rooms. Quentin’s idea was to turn it into a gaming room, with a big TV or even a projector.
Quentin rounded the corner and made his way up the old staircase, his hand on the dark wooden railing. A heavily tinted stained glass window waited for him at the first landing. At the top, he found his way to Effie’s room and knocked on the wall beside the door frame. The door was already open, but he didn’t want to intrude. Instead, he remained in the door frame until he was given permission to come in. “Hey, Eff,” he greeted her, his gaze falling to the floor where Effie sat in front of a box of stuff. “I just finished unpacking.” It’d been a few days since they’d moved in, and little by little, the boxes had began to disappear and it started looking more like a home. Decorations and other personal belongings made it look less empty. “Need any help?”