Crack in the Wall.

Prologue:

Old abandoned buildings have some of the most beautiful stories behind their doors. Secrets of the families that once inhabited the structure, lie twisted between the vines and cracked walls on the inside. The floors groan in remembrance of the small feet that would pad across the wooded floors. The stairwell moans in silence at the thought of the giggles that once encompassed the halls. The ceilings weep in the darkness, thinking of the sights of the small happy family it once housed. I step onto the front porch and they creak at the weight. I touch the rail and slowly, carefully run my fingers across the dampened wood. I walk to the front door, and slightly push it open, the smell of abandonment hangs in the air as I slowly step one foot carefully across the threshold. I close my eyes and I can see the whole home all over again. The pictures of his beautiful family. I can smell the kitchen, buzzing with life. Hear the foot steps upstairs and the laughs of pure ecstasy. Feel the warmth radiating from the home.. His home. A home that, when I was younger, was so very jealous of. However, I open my eyes and there I stand beside the stairwell, cob webs infiltrates each corner, dust piles onto the wooden tables and other furniture, while stagnant water pools under the leaking ceiling. Home sweet home isn't so sweet anymore...