Wondering wondrously, the roof that appears slightly in the distance catches my eye within moments. The misty clouds hovering around the white glowing moonlight set upon the roof where no one talks. The glowy green poison stroked along the ivy that spiralled around the house. Except for the door. The white-painted door was as fresh as new and the handle was clear as can be. All I could do at this time was think openly out of confusion. A slight shiver ran rapidly down my spine leaving traces of white Paley skin with great fear and sick.

Suddenly out of trace the door swings open violently like anger out of inside out. but yet realistically, face to face evenly. There stood silence of betrayal of what is going to happen next as I sigh to signal a sign of anxiety leading me to contradict.