He paces to the crooked house, tilting more and more as he comes closer. The gaps between the windows fade every time you look at a different part. The detailed stones made them hard to stare at. I approached the crimson door, looking directly at the vast door handle. He rang it gently, but it tackled the wood. A stone dropped into the foggy atmosphere as fast as the doorbell dropped.

A droopy faced groom cautiously opened the door with a fearful face. “Follow me, sir.” He pronounced his sir very strongly. I wandered through the clacky door to the velvet coated carpet, no stains. The house was very fancy compared to the outside. Rusty to brand new almost. I obsessed over the rows of lighten candles as we walked to the “Living” room. The room was very old, though it was nicely taken care off.

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