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The house that time forgot

It was such a big place, it was easy to get lost - or at least, this is what I was told. That being said I took care in finding my way up to the back of the house. I had no time to dawdle or even briefly look about as I had a very important appointment to make. Every section of the grounds that I had uncovered was different to the last, which was amusing to some standards, in the very least the change of scenery was refreshing.

From last I'd heard, the only resident still living here was the caretaker, Mr.Randal. All things considered he did a pretty good job! Pausing briefly to let this all sink in, I tooking the beautiful surroundings. It wasn't everyday that something like this happened and especially to someone like me. I had always come from a small family, not even that really...so it was nice to experience what I could only describe as fantasay. On the bright side I think I would enjoy a quieter atmosphere anyway as I was never a big fan of crowds.

With a big sigh, I made my way up to the large, daunting house. Taking my time I took care in going up each colossal, concrete stair that lay before me. The house looked almost untouched, I felt like an ant against its mighty presence and out of place. (For a 50 year old house it looked in better condition than I did.)Meanwhile, behind me sat the garden. A bit over grown, but non-the-less it was stunning. I felt it was one of those places that you'd only ever see on a picture, or a postcard.

Thoughts aside, I got back to reality. Standing before the oak door, I took 3, slow knocks. A brief pause lead to silence to which I heard a quiet and almost hesitant"who is it?".