Time's a tickin'

Prologue

I had to write a short story for my English class.... so here ya go.

Prologue
It was noon.
The wind was at a light breeze, like water flowing over rocks.
The sky was a clear blue, not a cloud in sight.
A group of friends, each mingling amongst themselves stood at the gate, waiting for the event to begin.
The gate stood tall, almost as if it were a giant, and the gate was covered in rust.

A clock could be heard, ringing to signal one.

The gate opened up with an eerie creak, and beyond the gate stood a large house.

Pristine white windows accompanied with risch dark brown wood walls, were the first things the group noticed. Simple white pillars stood at the front and the roof was a clean black slate, but what stood out the most, was the blood red door. Adorned with gold handles and pellets created an elaborate design on the front. The red was so exact, it was as if it was actually painted with blood.
The group walked forward each thinking lightly of the events. As they walk forward, they seal the invite to the game.