When she pushed the big gates open, the iron barswere as cold as ice. She could feel the bumpiness of theold cobbled path beneath her, they were smooth unlike the crunching of the odddead leaf that she stepped on. Carrying on the path the dead, dried up grasscarried on forever.
One individual Oak tree stood by the house blowing in thewind, she could hear the faint whistle as the wind blew by. The incandescent moonwas the only source of light that could be seen for miles. she could hear theowls in the trees, their shadows passing over the grass. The air was cold andwith every breath she took a foggy exhale followed. As the house came into view, everything around herbecame quieter, more distant and spookier. The tree whispers couldn’t be heardanymore and the cold iron gates were far in the distance. She could not hearthe owl hoots anymore and there were no leaves on the ground, just old concretesteps, and a doorway that she stood in front of.
From the outside, the house was standard and wide,made from old wooden logs. Plants grew up the side of the house, wrappingaround the pipes waiting for any sunlight to reach this abandoned place. Thewindows shook from the whistling wind, as though they were going to fall out ofthe frames that were being eaten away by worms.
Some plants stood next to thedoor, once for appearance now brown, positively dead. The door was unshut,probably for decades, or someone had recently entered. Once she was inside she saw pictures of importantrich people, with their eyes following her every move. To her left was a widestairway leading upwards, each step looked frail and worn that if she climbed upthem she would fall right through them. To her right were two more rooms, whichlooked to be a kitchen, from all the kitchenware left out and a dining room, tothe right of her was the lounge area. It had large bookcases on each wall stackedwith thick books covered in dust.
Everything in the house was coated in dust.There was just a couch, two chairs, a fireplace and no TV. The smell ofcharcoal from the fireplace had spread around the room blocking her breathing.
The chairs and couch were made from a maroon material, once soft and comfy, nowdisintegrated. On the floor was a black and dusty grey carpet, dirty from thecharcoal and destroyed at the sides from the mice under the couch. As she entered the kitchen she could see themoonlight through the windows casting a reflection on the wall opposite. Cups andplates were on the surface stained by tea and dust. The taps wearied down andlayered in dirt and dust, still dripping into the sink, every time a drop fellthe sound travelled around the house. By the time she was done looking in the dining roomand upstairs the owls had stopped as well as the wind, the moonlight started tobrighten to a warm light yellow colour, indicating to her that she had been outall night and into morning.
She liked being out at night, it gave her time tosoak up the silence so she could be left alone with her thoughts but since themorning sun began to arrive she had to head back home.