When Rachel found a cozy room rented by a sweet old lady, it seemed like a perfect escape from her struggles. But beneath the floral wallpaper and warm smiles, something far darker was lurking… something that made her pack her bags the very next morning.
When you’re desperate, you cling to anything that feels like hope. That’s where I was — my little brother’s medical bills towering over me, full-time classes pushing me to my limits, and late-night waitressing draining what little energy I had left.
When I got into a university in a new city, I should’ve been ecstatic, but the reality of finding affordable housing made it hard to celebrate. So when I stumbled across a listing for a cozy room in a sweet old lady’s house, it felt like a lifeline.
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The rent was ridiculously low, and the photos showed a charming little place with floral wallpaper and vintage furniture. The ad said: “Perfect for a quiet, respectful female tenant. No pets, no smoking.”
It was ideal.
When I arrived there, my landlord Mrs. Wilkins greeted me at the door with a warm smile and a smell of fresh lavender lingering in the air. Her hair was neatly pinned back, and she looked like someone who should’ve been knitting by a fireplace, not renting rooms to struggling students.
“Oh, you must be Rachel,” she said, ushering me inside. “You’re even lovelier than I imagined. Come in, dear, come in!”
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Her eyes seemed to linger a bit too long, scanning me from head to toe. “Tell me about your family, dear,” she said, her voice honey-sweet. “Any siblings?”
“My little brother Tommy,” I replied. “He’s staying with our widowed aunt while I’m here. She helps take care of him while I’m studying.”
Mrs. Wilkins’s smile tightened almost imperceptibly. “How… convenient,” she murmured. “And your parents?”
“They passed away last year in an accident.”
“Oh, how sad. Come in… come in,” she said as I followed her inside.
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The house was straight out of a storybook. Knick-knacks lined the shelves, and a geometric-patterned couch sat invitingly in the living room adorned with floral wallpaper. The faint aroma of vegetable soup drifted from the kitchen.
“I made us some dinner,” she said, leading me to the table. “It’s been ages since I had company.”
“That’s very kind of you,” I started, but she interrupted.
“Kind?” She chuckled, a sound that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Kindness is… complicated, Rachel. Some might say I’m too kind.”
I smiled, trying to ignore the sudden chill. “Thank you, Mrs. Wilkins. This place is amazing.”
“Amazing,” she repeated, almost to herself. “Yes, that’s one way to put it.”
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Over bowls of hearty soup, I shared bits of my life. She nodded sympathetically, her hand occasionally patting mine with a grip that was just a fraction too tight.
“You’ve been through so much,” she said softly. “But you’ll be just fine here, dear. I can feel it.”
There was something in her tone… a promise that felt more like a warning.
“I hope so,” I replied, my earlier comfort now tinged with an unexplained unease.
For the first time in months, I felt something between safety and something else. Something I couldn’t quite name. That night, I slept deeply, yet somewhere in the back of my mind, a small voice whispered: not everything is as it seems.
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The next morning, I woke up early, feeling optimistic.
The sun streamed through the lace curtains as I grabbed my toiletries and headed toward the kitchen, craving coffee before a hot shower.
That’s when I saw it. A huge list, almost four feet long, was taped to the fridge, written in bold, bright red letters: ‘HOUSE RULES – READ CAREFULLY.’
I froze.
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I squinted, leaning closer as I began reading the rules one by one:
1. No keys will be provided. Mrs. Wilkins will let you in between 9 a.m & 8 p.m only.
2. The bathroom is locked at all times. You must ask Mrs. Wilkins for the key & return it immediately after use.
3. Your bedroom door must remain open at all times. Privacy breeds secrets.
4. No meat in the fridge. Mrs. Wilkins is a vegetarian & does not tolerate carnivores.
5. You must leave the house every Sunday from 10 a.m. to 4 p.m. Mrs. Wilkins has her “ladies’ tea.”
6. No visitors. Ever. Not even family.
7. Mrs. Wilkins reserves the right to enter your room whenever she pleases.
8. Cell phone usage is restricted to 30 minutes daily, monitored by Mrs. Wilkins.
9. No music allowed. Mrs. Wilkins loves a peaceful & quiet environment.
10. You are not allowed to cook your own food without Mrs. Wilkins’s consent.
11. You are allowed to use the shower only three times a week.
12. ******* RESERVED FOR LATER*******
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“Reserved for later?” My stomach twisted with every rule I read. By the time I reached the end, my hands were trembling. What had I gotten myself into?
“Good morning, dear,” Mrs. Wilkins’ voice sang from behind, startling me.
I jumped, spinning around. She stood there with a serene smile, her hands clasped in front of her sweater. “Did you read the rules?” she asked, her tone suddenly sharp. “Every. Single. Word?”
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“I… yes,” I stuttered.
Her smile didn’t reach her eyes. “And?”
“They seem… thorough,” I managed.
Mrs. Wilkins stepped closer. “Thorough is an understatement. These rules keep order. Keep safety. And discipline.”
“Safety?” I repeated.
“From chaos, dear,” she said. “Chaos is everywhere. But not in my house. NEVER in my house.”
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“Did you have bad experiences before?” I asked, trying to sound casual.
Her laugh was a brittle thing. “Bad experiences? Oh, you have no idea.”
“Did you say my brother Tommy can’t visit?” I pressed, remembering my promise to check on housing options for him.
“No visitors,” she repeated, each word precise. “Especially not children. They are… unpredictable.”
“But—”
“No exceptions,” Mrs. Wilkins interrupted, her smile freezing.
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I nodded, my mouth suddenly dry.
“I hope the rules aren’t too much for you, dear,” she said, her voice returning to that earlier sweetness. “They’re very important to me.”
“Of course,” I stammered, trying to keep my voice steady. “I understand.”
But I didn’t understand. I didn’t understand how someone so kind could expect anyone to live under those rules. No key? No privacy? A bathroom lock?
Her eyes never left me as I mumbled something about needing to get ready for the day and retreated to my room, feeling like I was being watched.
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Behind me, Mrs. Wilkins hummed a tune that sounded almost like a children’s nursery rhyme.
I heard her footsteps pause outside my door. Then, surprisingly, they receded. The front door opened and closed. Through my window, I saw her walking to what looked like a small greenhouse in the backyard.
This was my chance.
I leaned against the door, my breath coming in shallow bursts. I had to get out. I couldn’t live like this… not when I was already stretched so thin.
As quietly as I could, I began stuffing my clothes into my suitcase. Every creak of the floorboards made my heart race. I kept glancing at the door, half expecting Mrs. Wilkins to appear with that unsettling smile.
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“You’re making quite a bit of noise,” a voice suddenly crackled through an old intercom I hadn’t noticed before. “Would you like to explain what you’re doing?”
I froze. My hand hovered over a sweater, my heart pounding.
Mrs. Wilkins’s voice continued, razor-sharp. “Did you forget rule number seven? Everything requires my approval.”
Beads of sweat formed on my temples as I finished stuffing my clothes into my suitcase. I zipped up my bag, grabbed my things, and tiptoed toward the front door. But as I reached for the knob, a voice stopped me cold.
“Leaving already, dear?”
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I turned slowly. Mrs. Wilkins was standing at the end of the hallway, her expression calm but her eyes sharp.
“I, uh… I forgot I had something urgent to take care of,” I stammered.
“Oh, I see. Well, if you must leave, you must leave. But remember something: Everything is always worth discussing.”
Her tone was polite, but there was something chilling about it. The way she emphasized “must” felt like a challenge… a dare.
I nodded quickly, opened the door, and stepped out into the crisp morning air.
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I didn’t stop walking until I reached a park a few blocks away. My suitcase sat beside me on the bench as I tried to catch my breath. What now? I had nowhere to go, no backup plan. The thought of giving up and going home crossed my mind, but I couldn’t. My brother needed me to make this work.
“Hey, you okay?” a voice cut through my thoughts.
I looked up to see a guy about my age. He was holding a cup of coffee and a paper bag, his dark hair falling into kind brown eyes.
“Not really,” I admitted.
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He studied me for a moment, something calculating behind those eyes. “You look like you’ve just escaped something. Not just a bad morning, but… something else.”
I tensed. “What makes you say that?”
He chuckled. “I’ve got a sixth sense for people running from something. Call it a talent. I’m Ethan, by the way.”
“Rachel,” I said.
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He sat down beside me and offered me the bag. “Croissant? Looks like you could use it.”
“Are you always this forward with strangers?” I hesitated before taking the croissant. “Thanks.”
“Only the ones who look like they’ve got a story. What’s yours?”
As I ate, I told him everything. About Mrs. Wilkins, her bizarre rules, and how I had no idea what to do next. He listened, nodding occasionally, his eyes never leaving my face.
“Sounds rough,” he said when I finished. “But something tells me there’s more to this story.”
“What do you mean?”
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He leaned in closer. “People like that old lady? They don’t just have rules. They have reasons. Dark reasons.”
We talked for hours. Ethan said that he worked part-time at a café near the campus. By the time the sun set, I had a lead on a room in a shared apartment — affordable, close to the campus, and most importantly, with normal rules.
“I’ll help you move if you want,” he offered, his tone almost too eager.
“Really?”
“Of course,” he said, flashing a grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Can’t leave you hanging.”
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Over the next few weeks, I settled into my new place, found a better-paying job at Ethan’s café, and started to feel like I could handle life again. Ethan and I grew close, and before long, he became more than just a friend.
But sometimes, late at night, I’d catch him looking at me strangely. Almost… appraisingly.
“Do you ever wonder about Mrs. Wilkins?” he’d ask randomly.
“Not really,” I’d reply. But that was a lie.
Sometimes, I think about Mrs. Wilkins and her strange little house. I wonder if she ever found another tenant. A chill would run down my spine when I remembered her last words: “Everything is always worth discussing.”
But one thing’s for sure: leaving that morning was the best decision I ever made.
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The transformation of Joan Van Ark: From star on ‘Dallas’ and ‘Knots Landing’ to loving mother and wife
While performing in Denver, Van Ark met actress Julie Harris while interviewing her for a local newspaper, and the actress persuaded her to study acting and drama at the Yale Drama School.
As a result, Van Ark became the youngest student ever to receive a scholarship to the well-respected school and the second woman ever to enroll. The first woman was Julie Harris, who helped Van Ark into the school.
“She wrote to the dean and asked him to meet me. Long story short, my parents drove me to New Haven, Connecticut, to meet the dean, who gave me a scholarship,” she recalled.” It was meant to be.”
Valene Ewing on ‘Dallas’ and ‘Knots Landing’
Van Ark began her professional career at the Minneapolis Guthrie Theater, where she starred in The Miser by Moliere. After working about a year at the Arena Stage in Washington DC, she moved down to work with the national touring company Barefoot in the Park in 1963, which led to her Broadway debut. In 1971, she was nominated for the Tony Award for Best Featured Actress in a Play after starring in The School for Wives.
At that point, Joan Van Ark had begun working in front of a screen rather than on stage. She appeared on television series including Temperature’s Rising, Spider-Woman, and Days of Our Lives and even in one episode of Bonanza.
Even though Joan Van Ark wasn’t short of jobs, she was still looking for her significant breakthrough role as the 1980s approached. In 1978, she made several appearances as Valene Ewing on Dallas – which led her to the role of a lifetime.
Knots Landing – a spinoff of Dallas – premiered in 1979, and Joan Van Ark reprised her role as Valene Ewing. She starred in 327 episodes – acting alongside Michele Lee as Karen and Ted Schakleford as Gary – and became a massive star.
Even though it was a spinoff of Dallas – about the rotten but wealthy Ewing Clan – it was initially brought to CBS years before.
However, the network wanted a “big rich family” show, and Dallas got picked as the one. But later on, Knots Landing became a massive success as the studio realized how big of a show Dallas had grown into, and after only one season, it rose into the top 20 in TV ratings.
How Joan Van Ark almost missed out on her biggest role
Knots Landing became the story of Gary Ewing and his wife Valene – played by Van Ark – and how they decided to start a new life in Knots Landing.
However, Van Ark almost missed out on the part of Valene Ewing. She explained that she had a “three-way clash” where she did The Love Boat simultaneously, as well as a commercial in New York.
In the end, it was her husband – John Marshall, who we will come back to in a minute – that persuaded her into choosing Dallas. And it was a significant – and important – decision.
“I got the call asking me to do a guest appearance in this show called Dallas, which was attracting a lot of buzz, but I said to my husband, ‘John, why should I even read this script? I can’t be in three places at once,’” she told Express. “Then he read it and said, ‘No, you’ve got to do it. It looks wonderful.’”
“So basically, he talked me into a schedule that had me in LA one day, then flying to Dallas for two days, followed by two days in New York and then back to Texas. But looking at this old cast photo from Knots Landing – the spinoff from Dallas – I’m so glad I listened to him,” she added.
Dallas and Knots Landing became a 15-year commitment for Van Ark, who became identified by her role. As earlier mentioned, she and Julie Harris had quite a history – and in 1980, they met again
“I could stay forever on the show and be safe”
Harris was cast in Knots Landing as the mother of Van Arks’ character, and for the actress, it was almost too good to be true.
“When the producers told me they had finally last someone to play my mother, I held my breath,” she recalled in a 1984 interview with Florida Today.
“I thought, ‘Oh my God, are they going to say Phyllis Diller or Zsa Zsa Gabor, or who?’ Then they said it was Julie Harris, and I went right through the roof. I couldn’t believe they had picked her to be my mother. They didn’t even know we were friends.”
Joan Van Ark stayed for 13 seasons and 327 episodes on the show. Then in 1993, just one season after she left, Knots Landing was canceled. But the reason for Joan leaving wasn’t that she didn’t like it. Instead, it was all about her trying on new challenges.“I could stay forever on the show and be safe,” Van Ark told the Los Angeles Times in 1992.
“But three years ago, I did Night of the Iguana in Williamstown (Mass.), and I had a quote from Tennessee Williams taped on my mirror, taken from an essay he’d written on success. It said, and I’m paraphrasing here: ‘Security is in the shape of a kidney-shaped pool in Los Angeles, where you sit waiting for your residual checks.’ I was in a comfortable spot on Knots, and an artist should not be comfortable.”
At the same time, the television series became a huge part of Van Ark’s life. So even though she felt comfortable leaving, it was a tough blow since she thought it would be easier.
Blamed herself for ‘Knots Landing’ cancelation
“I have loved more than life the 13 years I’ve had on that show,” she said. “[Knots Landing creator] David Jacobs is a great influence on my life, has taught me so much about so many things. Ted [Shackelford] is the other half of every breath I take on the show, and personally, he’s a large part of my heart. The people are my family–we have shared marriages, deaths, divorces. It’s far more difficult to leave than I thought.”
The show didn’t quite work without the great chemistry between characters Valen and Gary. In fact, Joan took the blame for the show being shut down.
“Well, it was my fault. I jumped over to NBC to do a pilot which did not sell,” she said. “I was so ready to go, after fourteen years with the one lady, so I auditioned for the pilot, and they cast me. It wasn’t as cleanly negotiated as it should have been. When the pilot didn’t sell, they asked me back, and I did do the four-hour finale of the show.”
Joan Van Ark left the soap opera business behind but continued to star in many television series. She had minor parts in television series, including Fresh Prince of Bel-Air, and starred in some television movies. Between 2004 and 2005, Joan appeared as Gloria Fisher in 55 episodes of the hugely successful television drama The Young and The Restless.Joan Van Ark – marriage, husband, children
It’s common for celebrities in Hollywood to marry other celebrities, and show-biz marriages don’t always last very long.
But that wasn’t the case for Joan Van Ark, who met the love of her life back in high school. She met her husband, John Marshall, while the two were students in Boulder. In 1966, the couple married on a military base in Germany.
“Believe me, it was nothing like the marriages [Valene Ewing] has gone through,” she told UPI.
In 1969, they welcomed daughter Vanessa Marshall, who also chose a career in entertainment. She became a well-known voice-over artist and actually gave up on her on-camera acting career. Instead, Vanessa Marshall has lent her voice to animated films, television series, and several video games.
John Marshall went on to become an Emmy newsman, working on KNBC-TV and NBC. He’s had a flourishing career just as his wife Joan, and while the couple was working hard to make it in their respective fields, Vanessa was growing up.
For Van Ark, becoming a mother while trying to navigate through the business was tough. And she gives credit to her husband, John, for keeping the family together during those stressful years.
“He is the reason we have the most wonderful daughter in the world and that the marriage has stayed strong,” Van Ark told The Leader-Post in 1988. “I feel I am the committed person who can’t give up time for this or that.”
“He did not want to miss watching Venessa grow up, and he did not want to miss me,” she added. “He knows correspondents live out of suitcases. John made career choices I didn’t agree with because if it had been me, I would have packed my bags, and I would have been waiving at the airport.”Joan Van Ark – net worth
Besides her acting job, Joan Van Ark has a great interest in running. The 78-year-old has completed several marathons and explained she’s running instead of going to a psychologist. However, when it comes to her husband, she stated that she would never go on a run with him.
Why? Because “it’s the quickest way to a divorce that I know of. You’re always criticizing the other’s style,” Joan said.
In the last decade, Joan Van Ark has continued to work on stage in several productions for theater and starring in television series and movies such as Watercolor Postcards and Psycho Wedding Crasher. But she will always be most remembered for her magnificent spell on Dallas and Knots Landing.
According to Celebrity Net Worth, Joan Van Ark has a net worth of around $10 million.
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