A/n: So, my dudes- this is inspired by a song:)
i set the last of my big moving boxes down and look around, i watched as the moving truck speed away trapping me down the dark road to my new house. i have moved into an old Victorian house, with a bit of luck i got the house very cheap. not many people were looking to buy this old house. it was a fairly big house in the middle of nowhere on the outskirts of a small town in England
After starting to roam around the house checking light switches and making sure boxes are there, I started to realize why the house was so cheap, every step i take across the floor the whole house seems to creak, and all the rooms had a smell of old books and dust. after looking though the house i came to a nice sized room, a bed frame already set up.
It was an old dark wood, small snakes carved on each post.
I believe it to be an old piece from the late 1800s. It would work, felt drawn ti it in a way I can't explain.
I had finished putting my books and clothes away and sat at the foot of the bed, it started to feel like home finally, except the constant cold in each room, the lingering feeling of being watched and judged.
A warm shower and clean clothes helped along, and with dinner in the oven and a good book the night was starting to pass, getting closer to bed time.
YOU ARE READING
ghostly dreams
RomansaSomething felt odd about this place, maybe the fact that it's in the middle of no where, or the ghostly boy I see in the mirror at night. Remus x sirus (I came up with this idea a long time ago, just know writing it)
