My story starts when I decided to leave my husband, and I began looking for a place for me and my toddler to rent. Just something small, simple, and within the budget of a 33-year-old newly single mum.
I noticed an ad for a two-bedroom guest suite with kitchen, on a property in the next suburb over. The house looked gorgeous; it was described as “20 plus rooms with an entire upstairs wing fully-furnished as a guest suite.”
I liked the idea, because it would feel like we were moving into a home, which was a huge plus in terms of the transition for my son, Winston. And apparently, we would get full use of the extensive gardens.
All for just $275 a week. (Yeah, I should’ve known – right?)
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The woman who showed me around when I went to inspect was Evelyn, the owner. She seemed lovely, in her 70s, and had a good sense of humour. She took me to the side of the house, where we would have our own entrance.
As we walked in, there was a flight of stairs, leading to the upstairs apartment. I loved it immediately.
As we walked back down the stairs, Evelyn stopped at the bottom and pointed to a door I hadn’t noticed on the way in.
“Don’t worry, I will lock this door if you move in,” she promised.
“It leads to my husband’s bedroom. He had cancer and died in there a few months ago.”
She opened the door. It was furnished with a massive hospital bed, and I noticed a wheelchair and other support equipment – and an eerie sense of stillness – as if someone very wealthy had been ill and died there. Because they had.
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” I said.
“I’m really lonely in this big place, that’s why I wanted someone here with me,” Evelyn explained.