Dream - The Abandoned House

[fiat_knox]

 

 

I had moved into some sort of abandoned house outside of town. I could see the town in the valley below. The house was delapidated somewhat, with the exit door from the kitchen half hanging off its hinges. You could see the exterior yard through open gaps between the vertical slats in the door panels.

 

The yard also looked dilapidated, strewn with weed growth between paving slabe and growing through cracks. I went outside to see what the house looked like. Sandstone blocks, blackened by a century of industrialisation, and lighter coloured mortar between the blocks showing erosion.

 

The house looked endearing, what part of it I could see through the trees. I knew that it was sprawling, and I hadn't seen more than a tiny piece of it. I would have explored the exterior further, but a storm was moving in.

 

I went back inside, and the storm began to strike the exterior, flashes of lightning and booming thunder. Some of the rain and wind was getting in through the open gaps in the deteriorating door, invading the kitchen. Beyond the kitchen was a warren of corridors in pitch blackness, empty and almost deserted.

 

At the end of one of the corridors, amid the pitch black, I could hear the sound of something coming closer.