It was 1905 in New Jersey when the perfect house was built. It had six bedrooms; it was built in shingle style. We had just finished building this beautiful house. It took lots of hard work. It was one of the biggest houses my company has ever built. And once we finished, we sold it to this house guy, I think his name was Harry Lincoln. He was a nice guy. He said he was making sure the house was sold for a fair price. With all the hard work that went into that house, I would hope it gets sold for a good price. Harry said his asking price was $1. Which is a lot of money, but it’s a fair asking price with how nice the house is. A few months after the house was put on the market Harry told me that some man and his family bought and moved into the house. Harry said the man's name was William H. Davies. Now Mr. Davies was a special fellow. He was the mayor of our town. So, it would make sense for him to buy the house. A nice man who works hard deserves a nice house. But if that’s the case then I should live there. But that’s not the matter. I'm just glad I see people living in the house. I would love to live in the house though, I know where everything is. I know every little detail there is of that house. It would make sense for me, the builder of the house, to own and live in it. It was such a nice house. And for it to go to waste like that. The mayor is already so old he may just die in the house. Which he did a few years later. I would still love to live in that beautiful house. But some man named John List bought the house. To me, the man was a little off. He seemed as though he wasn’t mentally all there. Which is another reason for me to own the house. So, I can give it proper care.
I want the house to be mine. But I can’t afford it at all. All I can do is hope that these homeowners will keep the house in good condition for me or my future family to move in. All I can do is watch and wait. I built the house and so I feel that I deserve to live in it. I feel as though I have worked hard to make sure that house was perfect just for it to be thrown around. I feel as though I should watch it to make sure it stays in perfect condition for the day I or my future family claims it for their own. But for now, I need to make sure I remember the layout. I need to be able to see the inside too. But I can’t get caught. I want to be able to watch everything. Make sure everything is perfect. I feel a connection to this house, and I want to get closer. It feels as though the house is calling out to me. Telling me to come to it, to protect it from these terrible people living inside. I can feel it inside my veins, I can feel it all through my body. It hurts so bad. It feels like it's going to kill me. I’m not ready to die, I need to watch this house.
A man named John List and his family moved in. Something seems off to him. I caught a glimpse of him while I was building a new house nearby.
“Boss! We need to get back to work. We don’t have time to look around” yelled one of my co-workers
“Yeah I know, I just wanted to look at the house we built a while back” I replied
“Why? Do you still want the house Dad?” my son asked, coming up from behind me.
“Well, yes. That house is beautiful. I put so much work into it, I should live there.” I responded
“Well, just keep a watchful eye on it. It may go up for sell long enough for you to buy it.” my son replied.
“Maybe,” I said getting back to work
It was from then on, that I decided to keep an eye on the house.
I was watching the List in my house a few nights ago. It had been almost a year since the List family had moved in. I noticed that on this very night, John was acting extra weird. He was being aggressive. He is very mean and pushy with his family. It was after dinner when his family was all in the living room watching the television that he came in and killed all of them. That was the last straw for me. I had to watch this house. Inside and out. I need to make sure that the house is safe for when I come back for it. But I'm not sure I can keep doing this. I’m getting old and it hurts to walk. I must ask my son to do it for me. He will have to take over. And his son will too, all the way until we have the house.
“Hey son,” I said walking through the door
“Yes Father?” he replied
“You remember that old house I built. The one I really want?” I asked
“Well, yes father. I remember. It’s the house you go and watch every day.” he replied with a smile
“Yes, about that. I’m getting old now. And I need to make sure that the house is perfectly fine long after I'm gone. Son, what I'm saying is this is my dying wish. Please watch the house after I die” I said
“Of course, father. Anything for you” my son replied.
For years after my father died, I kept my promise. I watch the house with my life. I have learned to get around the house. I have watched the Woods family. I have learned so much. But now that im old I need to have my son watch the house to keep the house safe.
“Son, come here. I need to talk to you” I said
“Yea dad?” my son replied
“I need to talk to you about something,” I said with an even low voice
“What is it dad? Is everything okay? My son asked
“For now, but I'm getting old, and I need you to do something for me,” I told him
“Anything dad.” my son replied
From then on, I told him everything. I told him about my father and how he wanted the house so badly that he watched the house. And how my father asked me to do the same for him when he passed away. And now I asked my son to do the same. All the way until we get to the house.
“So, you want me to watch this house until someone in our family claims this house?” asked my son
“Yes, that is correct,” I said coughing
“I guess I can” replied my son
I couldn’t stop coughing, it just kept getting worse and worse. At some point I started to cough up blood. I remember the feeling. Warmth, I was finally gone. I just hope that my son will see the house as he promised.
As my father passed away, I vowed to make sure to watch the house with my life. When I went to go find the house it appeared to be empty. I thought now would be my time to buy the house. But when I got closer, I noticed a sold sign. Someone had beaten me to it. It looks like this new family moved in.
It’s a good thing I know where everything is in the house, for my father's father left a blueprint plan. I learned their family names. The Broaddueses. It’s a new name. But the longer I stayed the more I learned about them. I’ve been sending them letters to try and scare them off. But then they never seemed too alarmed. Speaking of alarms, I have set off the house security alarms so many times. But I have never gotten caught. I think the other night when I sent them a letter and set the alarms off was the last straw for them. They packed up the next morning and moved out, sold the house. Which was my time to shine.
I changed my last name and bought the house with my wife. We are the new owners of the house. The Carr family. We love the house, and we find it to be perfect for us. I did as my father asked. I watched the house until I was able to get it. I own the house now. It’s mine. I can find peace that I won’t be watched for I was the Watcher of 657 Boulevard.
My family has been growing, we are happy in this house. The house is the perfect size for us. We have been in this house for almost 4 years now. We bought the house anonymously, and im glad we did. It led people away from questioning us. As long as nobody finds out that it was my family, I can say we are perfectly safe and happy in our home.