Dead trees with branches, long and spindly, waved in the air, veining like capillaries, the bark flaked off in spots, diseased with a forging moss that stewed for years and ate its way into the tree’s innards, killing from the inside out. The brown crispy leaves littering the driveway and danced macabre on light feet, and they smelled of fungus and autumnal-moisture, waiting for sunlight to dry up its ravaged and rotted being with grass up to waist high. Just walking on the grass, was like a swamp as the ground beneath my feet gave way and my feet were anchored ankle deep in the mud caused by the rain yesterday. Then out of a sudden, a fog swirled around me, I was forced to drape myself tighter in my coat. The mist was like some outer force. I stepped in to the hall with the eerie atmosphere hanging around me. What was going to happen next nobody knows?
A gush of wind sent the gates clanking together swinging back and forth in the strong breeze. The leaves danced about as if the fairy folks were using them as umbrellas. The door open and shut by themselves loudly and menancily like an invisible ghost slamming it. The idea which popped into my mind sent goosebumps and made my hairs stand up with fear. Ignoring my fears and eerie atmosphere, I found my way up to the second floor hoping to get some peace where thousands of bedrooms were like the Forbidden City in China.
After seeing all the rooms, I finally settled down in an eiderdown bed with a picture right above the bed. The picture was a picture of a girl with piercing eyes which seem to follow every movement I made and most importantly, the scenery was the best.