You drive into the driveway of your new place to stay at momentarily. You had luckily found the place while searching deep in for cheap rental stays on the web. This house was as cheap as it could be for you to pay for, not to mention good for size. The condition could be better but, it beats having to sleep in a bed bug infested motel room that's way too overpriced.
You sit in your car. Looking at the house from your seat. It had two windows in the front of it, along with a porch that had stairs leading up to it. It was a light brown color, the outside of its walls where layered down wood pieces, some chipping off and some with bloches of paint missing. It's roof being roof tiles, their color being a darker brown than the house, other than being slightly faded from the years they've had to put up with weather and dirt. But other than that, it seemed in a livable condition.
You turn off your car and remove the key's, opening the door and stepping out, you continued to watch the house as you shut the door behind and began to walk up to it. You began looking at the ground, the concrete leading to the porch being cracked with small weed's growing in-between them. You would just continue staring down at the ground, until the porch steps came into view. You stopped and looked at them, obviously, they were chipping as well, and were slightly bent inwards from all the weight and being stepped on from past guest's. You would look up at the door, and began to walk up the steps, each footstep you took on that porch, would result in the wood under your feet releasing a small groaning creak sound. You would stop at the door, looking at it as well. The landlord had told you it would be unlocked, and the key would be inside. So you didn't much worry about it being locked on you. You would reach out to the door handle, gripping it once your hand touched it. You slowly twisted it, small clicks would be heard as you did so. You then pushed it slightly as you began to walk, again, the door letting out the same creak as the floor.
