The man, Mr.Renalds I should call him, invited me in. He had a creepy raspy voice. I approached the door cautiously making sure to keep my eyes focused on Mr.Renalds.
The door creaked open and revealed a dusty dirty house not too different to the outside- the door slammed behind me and I jumped.
Mr.Renalds was now in front of me. The couches were covered in plastic wrap, and the lighting was very dim.
I run my fingers on the kitchen table that witch was connected to the living room. There was a thick layer of dust and dirt trapping bugs in it. I made a scowl and rubbed it off on my jeans.
I noticed that there was a spiral stair case in the corner of the room.
"Your room is up the stairs first door on the right," Mr.Renalds said in a monotone voice.
"Thanks!" I said pulling my bag back onto my shoulder.
Mr.Renalds walked away. The stair case was missing steps I had to jump to get up the stairs, I noticed that there was mold growing in the cracks and water dripping down the walls and the staircase.
I was nervous to see what my room would look like.
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A Trail Away
FantasyJessy is a fifteen year old orphan- without much of a chance at a new home, right? No. A man that is certainly mysterious picks her up from the orphanage to take her to his home- and Jessy is thrilled to be finally taken to a sweet home. Although...
