The snappy, short-minded girl (who's name I had yet to learn) stopped outside a grand wooden door-that hand detailed and intricate designs littered all over it. "In you go then," she practically spat at me, making my already nervous state a thousand times more unstable. When she had turned and strutted away, I looked at the intimidatingly bulky door and gulped. After a few moments of trying to gather my scrambled nerves, I reached out slowly with a trembling hand. I sub-conciliatory shivered when my small fingers came into contact with the cold metal door knob. It took all the strength I had- which wasn't a great amount- just to nudge the door open barely enough to squeeze my small frame through the threshold.
As I slowly waded in, I took caution with every step I took. The house it's self seemed so antique, so historic, that I was afraid that even my weight would make the floor boards give-way. A blanket of silence fell upon the room, it was so quiet that I was could hear my own heart hammering an unsteady beat in my chest. I was in comfortingly aware of every breath I took as my eyes took in the sight of what was supposed to be called a room. It was a dark, chilly room that was submerged in cobwebs, which hung low from the chandelier- reaching out to grasp my head and trying to entangle me in the cruel embrace as I slowly crept past. The light from the candles- which were littered around the room- flickered from an imaginary draft, bringing out shadows that enveloped me, in which creatures of any sort denomination were created in my imagination as though to torment and frighten me.
I hadn't even noticed that I was moving forwards until the nerves and the unsettled feeling I had in my stomach made me stop completely. It was all too much. Something about this house had the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, had my body so tensed up it was painful to move when I thought about it. I didn't know if it was just the breeze that had suddenly grown stronger, or if there were spiders crawling up my body. The uncertainty had me doing a little shake just to get rid of anything that was on me that wasn't supposed to be.
For a long time I had thought that I was alone in the room, until I got a gut feeling that there was someone else's presence in the room. Was it the girl trying to play tricks on me? She seemed a master of the art. I took another glance around the room, searching for any sign of another living creature. What my eyes settled upon, I couldn't make my mind up whether it was living or not. It was a woman, or what appeared to be left of a woman. Despite her probable youth, she looked as though she came from a much more ancient time; a living soul but a lifeless body. Her skin was pale and a look of illness layer about her. She wore a moth-bitten gown that was tattered and frayed. It looked like it could be some form of expensive wedding gown, had it have been in better condition. She portrayed an absent and somewhat disorientated expression on her face, her lips set in a pastel pink straight line. Upon her head was a dishevelled disarray of hair, that was evidently knotted and tangled- even from my point of view. I could not see her eyes, but my guess was that they were just as disorientated as her expression.
I looked at her for a long time. Observing any moves she made and waiting for her to acknowledge me. She never did. Following the one line of sight she had, I soon noticed that she was concentrating on something-or someone- in the next room. Was she waiting for someone? Was she watching over something? I wanted to know, being the most little snoop that I was. Trying my hardest not to make any sound, I leant towards the left and raised up on my tip toes. I couldn't see anything; so I pushed myself up higher on my tiptoes, I just about caught a glimpse of another room- much similar to this one but with a large dining table centres in the middle of it (also covered in cobwebs), set out for a party- before I went tumbling over to the left. I gasped as I fell down, the shock sending a course of adrenaline through me. I was vaguely aware that I knocked something over, but my attention wasn't focuses on that. My clumsiness had captured the woman's recognition. Her harsh stare sent more shivers through me. She had wished to be left alone and I wished to go home now.
