Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2007 8:06 pm
In the old forest, surrounded by not only the old and dead trees, but few young and living trees, there stood a large mansion, made of wood blacker than a night with a New Moon, and as many stars that a midday sky would have. It looked old and broken, vines wrapping around the columns that supported parts of the home. It looked as if it would fall over and destroy itself, what with the smell of the rot that came undoubtedly from the old domicile.
Now, there were signs that one had lived in the home earlier on, besides that off the fact it was a home, and homes were generally lived in by a person or persons. There was furniture inside, quite ornate and looking as if, before whatever made it rot like it had, it was beautifully made, possibly from another country. There were signs of the furniture, as well as all the more decorative pieces of the home having been moved around, gently by a person, and not wildly as if a monster was in there.
The most obvious of all signs was the one in front, which stated on it, in Common, these words, written most likely by the previous, or current owner of the home:
"I am not here. Go to the swamp if you wish to see me."
Now, there were signs that one had lived in the home earlier on, besides that off the fact it was a home, and homes were generally lived in by a person or persons. There was furniture inside, quite ornate and looking as if, before whatever made it rot like it had, it was beautifully made, possibly from another country. There were signs of the furniture, as well as all the more decorative pieces of the home having been moved around, gently by a person, and not wildly as if a monster was in there.
The most obvious of all signs was the one in front, which stated on it, in Common, these words, written most likely by the previous, or current owner of the home:
"I am not here. Go to the swamp if you wish to see me."
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