The Abandoned House, Part One
On a dark and winding country road, the hour was close to midnight. A relatively young muggle looking girl was alone and driving her car back home. Though she had driven down the particular road many of times before, this trip tonight, she found, to be that of a difficult one. It was a warm night, thick with rain and fog. As her gaze strained to peer through the low clouds there was only but one thought written across her mind. “I just want to get home.” Twenty minutes out from her destination on a normal trip, but much longer due to the conditions. Along her path was a well known abandoned house, and while people knew of it’s location, no one seemed to know why it had sat empty for so many years. Not wanting to risk continuing on her treacherous journey, the young girl decided to stop for the night. The house would provide her with shelter from the rain, and would be an inconvenience to no one, as the house was, after all, abandoned. As the young girl drove up the long unfamiliar drive the trees along the path broke up the fog enough for her to see. Though she felt as if something about the trees was… off. All of them seemed to have a lean about them. They were leaning the same way, away from the abandoned house, almost as a warning, pointing the way the girl should be going. At the end of the drive the girl could see an old Victorian mansion. The wood had rotted after the many long years, and some of the siding had been pulled away by the elements. The girl decided to park her car facing the run down door. In her glove compartment she would find a flashlight, which much to her surprise still worked, as she had not used it in quite some time. Her hands stumbling to pull the keys out of the ignition to turn her car off. No longer thinking that this was a good idea. The young girl’s mind started to wander, and she was scaring herself. Heart racing, hands shaking, she got out of the car and fumbled in the darkness to turn on her flashlight. Slowly the girl walked from her car towards the door at the front of the house, but as she walked she began to hear something. Music, and the closer she got the louder it became. Reminding her of that which she had seen in old horror movies as a child. “That’s impossible, it must just be the wind playing tricks.” she thought out loud as a means to calm herself. Finally, as she reached for the door she was heartbroken to find that the large wooden door was locked. At this time she was soaking wet from head to toe and she looked around for another entrance that she could use. Unfortunately, all of the windows were boarded up, and there was no way for her to fit through the gaps in the siding. Feeling that an attempt to gain entrance was futile she turned to go back to her car. But as she took her first step away from the house something happened that caused her to jump out of her skin. “Leaving so soon?” asked a deathly pale man, dressed in the fashion of an old english butler, who now stood in the doorway of the house. Behind him a vision not that of an abandoned house, but of one that was occupied and well kept by someone of another time.