Talbot's House
The house is not very plain at all. As I could see the front of it, it looks like a picture from a postcard. The strange woman just stopped here and huffed for me to get out. I dragged my body slowly out of the taxi cab and stepped up to the house.
"Wow," I whispered to myself. It didn't look like anyone lived here, or ever lived here. It almost abandoned.
The way the elegant white paint was frayed, almost altered looking. It looked very withered and old. Although, the dark reddish colored brick chimney looked fairly new as it traveled up the side of the house. Sticking above the house like a llama's neck. The smoke colored shadows from the same white protruding windows made the time look around six o'clock. There was a porch that revolved around the house, each platform perfectly placed next to each other.
As I reluctantly entered the house, my curiousity made me travel up a set of winding staircase. When I reached the top of the flight, almost out of oxygen, there was an enormous old, rusted bell, hanging there silently.
I went to touch it, but a family of bats emerged from the inside and started to chase me out of the house. I almost tripped down each step, afraid of getting bitten or actually tripping down the stairs!
"GAAH!" I screeched and flaied my arms around, evacuating the premesis.
Completely out of breath, and out of that wretched house, the family of bats gracefully fluttered out into the open canvas called Earth, made all of my anger and despair become replaced with mezmorization.
The house is not very plain at all. As I could see the front of it, it looks like a picture from a postcard. The strange woman just stopped here and huffed for me to get out. I dragged my body slowly out of the taxi cab and stepped up to the house.
"Wow," I whispered to myself. It didn't look like anyone lived here, or ever lived here. It almost abandoned.
The way the elegant white paint was frayed, almost altered looking. It looked very withered and old. Although, the dark reddish colored brick chimney looked fairly new as it traveled up the side of the house. Sticking above the house like a llama's neck. The smoke colored shadows from the same white protruding windows made the time look around six o'clock. There was a porch that revolved around the house, each platform perfectly placed next to each other.
As I reluctantly entered the house, my curiousity made me travel up a set of winding staircase. When I reached the top of the flight, almost out of oxygen, there was an enormous old, rusted bell, hanging there silently.
I went to touch it, but a family of bats emerged from the inside and started to chase me out of the house. I almost tripped down each step, afraid of getting bitten or actually tripping down the stairs!
"GAAH!" I screeched and flaied my arms around, evacuating the premesis.
Completely out of breath, and out of that wretched house, the family of bats gracefully fluttered out into the open canvas called Earth, made all of my anger and despair become replaced with mezmorization.
