Murder In the Hasting House

The House on Merry Road

All I can remember is the sound of my ears ringing as I awakening from my zombie like slumber. I smell the air, it smells old and dusty like when you grab a book on a shelf you haven't touched in a while. "Mom it smells like old people" I uttered out of my mouth. "Well honey this whole block, elderly people live on" she said reassuring. I glanced at the world outside, it was peaceful and vintage. I looked down again, and returned to my slumber.

Once I awaken again my feet feel numb still asleep. I turned and cracked my neck, the sounds of bones popping went throughout the car. My mom suddenly says "that's the house, we should name it shall we?" I quickly said "The Psycho House." My mom answered "very funny how about The Dream Cave?" I liked that name quite a bit but I had this gut deep feeling no dreams were going to be made here.

My stomach was in knots just thinking about this house. It was no ordinary house. It was not seamlessly white and it had strange cracks in the paint, vines grew on the outside covering some areas. All the trees around the house were dead and the view was haunting. The grass was a dry yellow like the desert sand on a normal day. Not to mention this house was huge and came with a maid and a butler. "Here let's check out the back" my mom urged. I opened the rickety and squeaky old black fence and saw the Psycho House had a large pond in the back which now looked like a swamp.

Dead frogs and fish floating around a moldy looking swamp with lily pads that are torn and ripped.

We walked inside the horrifying house and to my surprise it was quite beautiful it was a perfect aesthetic the pillows were old yellow satin on the couch and the rugs were basic but gorgeous. My mom walked up the stairs leaving me alone downstairs. I found an interesting bookshelf it was brown with black strips the sides had black spirals that made it way to the top. One of the books called my name "Nancy Drew the Hidden Staircase" I slowly pulled out the book in my shock the bookshelf spun and me along with it. In a flash I was in the room which seemed to be an innocent bathroom, greeting me Mary the maid dead on the floor.