The Black Box
I walked into a dark room, you know, a room where the smell of dust crawls up your nose and the silence is all you can hear. Yeah, thats the room. My footsteps clicked on the cold floorboards. I felt depressed.
"Well this is an amazing part of the house," my Mum said as she flicked on the light. All the depression faded when the golden light filled the room.
"Yeah, some sort of a house," I added, "I'm going to unpack."
We just moved into an old house in Dungee Dam Street, house 13. I moved with my Mum, best friend Jack and his Dad. After some dangerous attacks at Humblee Bay which took away my Dad and Jack's Mum, we decided it was unsafe and moved. Dungee Dam Street is a gloomy, dark, lifeless looking street, where the trees are bark with no leaves, dirt and soil but no plants, many people but no smiles. Our house was a few metres away from all our neighbours. This place always creeped me out.
