His moon

the widow disease.

The entrance of the house is peculiar. All the view is locked up by the gigantic iron door. It's a big house indeed, but the door somehow feels much bigger than the soul of the house. The guide opened the lock of the iron door. Then, after a few attempts, the door finally opened. The darkness was so loud it was unable to see any furniture. The guide lead Arthur to the shoe rack. He started to take off his shoes as he watched the guide vanish into the darkness of the room that stood before him. A medium-sized room, not so big, not so small. The curtains were hanging from the window, while the distant street light was trying its way to break through the window. Arthur's reality escaped the original reality.

Arthur's POV:

The light penetrated my eyes straight as the guide switched on the light. Even though the darkness, I already anticipated the outlook of it. It's the entrance hall. The old antique furniture is lying still; they have so much information inside of them. The entire house is peculiar; it's almost cursed from a fairy tale... it's not old at all from the inside, the outside is kind of weirdly designed... rich architecture, small details, white in color, big windows, and big doors, but the rooms are small comparatively. The nameplate is fresh... there is so much scent of fresh paint inside. The hall has a big glass dining table; over it, there are a few glasses of wine and branded alcohol, a few chocolate mints, some fruits, and in the hall, there is an old calendar hanging. There is an attached kitchen right on the left, and on the right, there is a sitting room... all is covered with a white cloth to prevent from dust. The housekeeper already cleaned everything. The house looks cool; the place is plenty to spend time; after the man switched on the light, it feels much better. In the corner, there are a few small plants planted; it looks much aesthetic. The kitchen is small but elegant. In the hall, they have a beautiful chandelier in the middle; it represents the old monarchy era. The sitting room has a TV attached to a glass shelf. As I entered the drawing room while the housekeeper went upstairs to settle his belongings... I sat on the sofa; it feels so soft and fluffy. I sat there for a minute, noticing the details of the room. There is a store room right beside the TV; the doors and the bulky locks prevent me from entering. A few minutes later, he came down. "Sir, you must be tired; you should go and get fresh; dinner will be ready." I got up and followed him to my room... the whole house is insanely cold. "Is the whole house air-conditioned?" I asked the housekeeper... "Yes, sir," he replied vaguely. He opened the door of the room and went inside, switched on the light; I followed him again. The entire room is insanely big; it would fit three people in the bed. Inside, there is an old round clock; my luggage is kept on the shelf right beside the table for me to work. The table is the only thing that grabbed my attention... "I like tables." "Why?" He asked me unconcernedly. "Because I like to maintain my position," whether in life or in my work. The room is big and cold. It's summer in here, but still, there is an arrangement of a fireplace in the nook of the room; there is only one window on the left side of my bed. The doors are closed; it's big.
"Sir would u like to have something special for dinner today?"- The guide asked me.
" whatever is available im not much of a picker".
   "Okay sir dinner will be sent to you in the room." He turn around but then he spoke-
"Also make sure u close the door before sleeping... harmful insects and wild cat may enter the room....
Don't go outside without informing me. I am available whenever you need help or even when u don't. Goodnight sir."

He gives a small bow and left.
I was too busy with fidgeting with the small alarm that I carry almost everywhere. Without it I am Nothing. Loosing it ...sometimes traumatize me what if I....get stuck in my dreams?.

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Hii hru?? All??? It's nice writing again....I haven't done it for so long tbh academic pressure is of no joke. I might not be able to post much but I will try once in a blue moon🧿💙also oo Happy pride month xoxo🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈