The Perch

Norton took a deep breath, he was finished, the room was completely empty and ready to be filled. He wondered why he was only needed to tear down the room and not to help set up but he didn't dwell on it. The museum was closed and he and Lillan had the chance to enjoy the solitude. When he made it to the top of the staircase he heard a familiar voice coming from the landing. "Hey Norton, I am finished, do you want to walk around a bit? I haven't had a chance to see the neighborhood and it would be nice to finally get out for something other than shopping or errands." Norton smiled, it was the opportunity he always wanted, a chance to get out of the house and spend some quality time with Lillan away from Lilith, the house, and every creepy thing that had been driving him nuts. "Sure, but hold on a second I am going to shower and change then we can go." Norton raced to the bedroom searching for an outfit that looked good enough to both be nice enough to make him look good but normal enough to not look like he was trying to impress. It took him a few minutes before he decided upon his best jeans and one of his newer t-shirts. It was only a little bit longer before he was finally showered and fresh enough to head out. "Are you ready?" Lillan yelled, as Norton headed down the stairs, "Yeah, Norton reached the landing to see Lillan looking up at the ceiling, "Everyday mom finds something new to put in this place. Norton looked curiously at Lillan and then up to where she was facing.

Nortons face become flush, it was the harpy from his dream staring down at him. "There is a plaque for it with some information on it, "Daralyn the Songstress of the Fated Sailor," legend has it her song is heard by sailors that traveled into her waters moments before they disappear." She looked at Norton with a smile, "Eerie isn't it." Norton swallowed hard and nodded before changing the subject. "There is an ice cream place not too far from here, do you want to go there first." Lillan nodded and they both walked out of the building talking of former lives and future plans. It was a good day, and Norton nearly forgotton about the museum. Lillan was fun, she laughed, joked, and genuinely showed enjoyment in everything they did. "It is getting late," Norton said, "we should probably head back." Lillan agreed, they drove to a store, grabbed some snacks, a couple games, and a few movies and begam that journey back to the museum. As they opened the door Norton nearly jumped out of his shoes. Daralyn was staring straight at the door crouched in a stance that appeared as if she was ready to swoop down and grab any unsuspecting visitor. "Well, that was fun while it lasted," Norton mumbled to himself, he was sure more weird things were going to happen here.