Divergence

The house (Divergence Part 1)

Pushing the heavy gates open the touch of the iron bars, as cold as ice, seized up my hand completely, Even though I could feel the unevenness of the old cobbled path beneath me, they were smooth and contrast to the crunching of the odd dead leaf I stepped on. Carrying on up the path the grass carried on forever into the horizon, a dull grey colour as if it had lost the will to live and stopped growing altogether. One lonesome Oak tree stood by the house, swaying in the wind and as the wind swept by the tree whispered to the air and it's surroundings. The moon shone bright white, in the cloudless sky, it was the only source of light that could be seen for miles. The air was cold numb with every breath I took, a misty, chilly exhale followed. As the house drew nearer, everything became more distant and quieter , The trees murmurs couldn't be heard anymore and the cold iron gates were far, far back in the distant. From the outside, the house was tall and thin, made from large dark grey stones, the windows rattled vigorously, from the howling wind, as though they were about to fall out of the frames, which were made of rotten wood, being eaten away by wood worms. A few potted plants lay next to the door, once their for neat presentation now wilted and brown, almost certainly dead. We walked in, the hallway was dull and smelt of dust mixed with old age. Paintings hung up of what looked to be important rich propel, their eyes following my every move. To the left was an old wooden stairway leading upwards to the second floor, each step looked so delicate and worn that if you were to walk up them you'd step right through them. As we entered the kitchen I could see the moonlight shining through the windows, casting a reflection on the wall opposite. Mugs and plates lay on the surface cold and stained by tea. The sink and taps, eroded and layered in dirt, still leaking water into the sink, and every time a drop of water fell an echo passed around the house. I could feel the coldness from the musty orange and black tiled floor even though I was wearing shoes it felt like it had frozen over. I moved on to the dining room, a big table made from oak and silverware lay there untouched and unused like a forgotten date. Above the table hung a beautiful chandelier twinkling in the moonlight. The walls plastered with cream wallpaper curling at the corners.