High on a hill among the brambles, weathered boards looked down on a town that somewhat feared the old house. Occasional y a song bird would land on the roof as inside, dust fell. It was said that on certain nights a light could be seen coming from the upper floor. Even teenagers full of wild ways dared not take more than a few steps inside.
So when a young couple moved into town they had none of this knowledge. The young man was lean, with blond hair and a wild look in his eyes. His bride was a beauty, and the two of them took an apartment in town and counted their pennies. They were friendly with neighbors and gained a reputation for being polite and sensible.
So when the old place went up for auction and the young man expressed an interest in buying the old house on the hill, people though he had lost his mind. Better some unsuspecting investor from another town should squander their money on the old place than this lovely couple.
The day of the auction came and as expected, speculators hoping to pick up a bargain drove the price up and up. The couple followed as best they could with what little they had saved in their few years as adults. When the gavel sounded and the place was sold, it was a moment they could scarcely believe. The house on the hill would be their new home.
They attacked the dust as only eager youth can, and underneath they found fine wood banisters and floor planks laid with with care…. each one carefully counter drilled, fastened, plugged with a thousand wooden dowels and then sanded to perfection. In short order with some cleaning, mending, and some paint, the old house was beautiful. The people in the town came by finally with house warming gifts that were brought inside hesitatingly, for fear some ghost might still be lurking.
Indeed, on an occasional morning as the sun filtered through the shades of the dining room, the young man could swear he saw two lovers seated at the table. Perhaps it was a trick of the sunlight filtering through the dust that they always seemed to clean, or maybe he was just sleeping still and needed coffee. What ever it was, it was a benign thing, loving and harmless. It seemed to the couple that someone long ago had loved deeply and passionately in this place and then left it just for them.
In the bedroom was an old full length mirror and it changed the life of the man forever. On the day that he and his bride has set out to clean the old house, he had come forewarned of the mysterious light that was reported to have brightened the second floor. And as he approached the mirror on that first day he approached it with some fear. And as he got closer, he felt his fear multiply and the more he feared the worse it got, so much so that he felt he must smash the mirror but something stopped him. It was his wife who approached the mirror and instantly loved it.
And as his wife approached the mirror she fell ever more in love with it and when she came up behind him, his heart nearly stopped from the fear. and he described what he had felt, and then she described her feeling and they puzzled this… over and over.. until they realized the mirror reflected more than images… it also reflected feelings.
And as with any couple they had their good days and bad days, but when ever they had a bad day, the mirror would reveal to them exactly what they were doing to the other.. and so they learned over time to only love each other better. In time, never a cross word came across their lips until on one night as they entered the bedroom, full of love for each other the mirror burst forth with a bright light.. the light of their love.
Now the couple understood the source of the light that had scared the town folk and why no one dared enter very far into the house… and you would think that is the end of the story and that they would live happily ever after.. but it is NOT the end.
Because on the day the mirror shown so brightly, a hidden compartment in it’s base opened and in that compartment was a bible. All of this was really quite too much, but the couple was beyond fear and they gingerly took the book from its hiding place and inside was a rose and some papers. The papers spoke of the couple who had built the place and of their love for each other, and of the love that had seeped into every corner of the house… but no more than the mirror where they often sat and looked lovingly at each other.
The young couple puzzled over what to do, it was agreed to add more pages to those already there.. the story of their own love and how it had grown in this marvelous house. Then they returned the Bible to its hiding place and closed the compartment which sealed without a trace. They never figured out again how to open it. The rose, all pressed and preserved, was trapped outside, so they took and buried out in the back yard.. and again you would think that the end of the story, but it is not.
It was spring and the ground was still covered with melting snow when she first spotted it from the kitchen window. There where they buried the rose, a bush was growing up through the snow. And by the time the flowers of spring were blooming a full size rose bush had grown where they buried the long dead rose. So the husband built an arbor and that summer they had the most beautiful roses anyone in town had ever seen. And more amazing, song birds seemed drawn to the arbor and filled the mornings and evenings with sweet music. Now, surely you must think that is the end of the tale.. but you know better than that.. love is eternal and the stories we make with the ones we love, really have no end.
Carpe Diem my friends.. Love someone well…