Hemlock Grove: No Turning Back

••● Chapter One: The Welcoming ●••

Driving down the long dirt road, we had finally driven past a sign that read "Welcome to Hemlock Grove."

We had entered the town of Hemlock, Pennsylvania. The first thing that had come into view was Godfrey Industries, better known as the White Tower. However, the second largest building was the large steel mill, located near the river. Also owned by the Godfrey's no doubt.

The drive had been long. The car was surrounded by large trees. Made up of green, while the rest was yellow, orange and red. My head was resting against the cold window, eyes so focused on my surroundings. A knot in my stomach was the only feeling I had felt.

"Hey dad, are we almost at the house?" I questioned, my eyes turning to meet my father.

A small smile formed across his lips and a slight bob of the head, "Almost sweetheart. Put a smile on your face, this will be good for you! For us. I just want to say thank you for coming with me. I didn't think I could go by myself If I hadn't had you here."

I gave a nod to my father and looked back outside as we drove past a parked rusted vehicle on the side of the road. There was a trail of steps that led down to a blue trailer with white trim, it was a rather secluded trailer. It only made me more curious about who may have been living there.

Finally, we had arrived inside the town. Many of the pedestrians watched as we drove down the street. "Why are they staring? It's kind of... creepy." I mumbled.

My father's eyes scanned everyone on the streets. Soon he had turned his face to mine, "I guess they aren't keen on strangers? Ah, we're home. Here we are."

We had arrived at a two-story house that had been built out out of wood designed in the Eastlake style painted a dark redwood colour.

Incase you were unaware what Eastlake style was The Eastlake Movement was a nineteenth-century architectural and household design reform movement started by British architect and writer Charles Eastlake. 

The  two-story home in front of me  featured tailored, rectangular lines that were further emphasized by the vertical grooves in the decorative wood trim which had been white. The exterior of the house displayed such classic Victorian details as windows with upper panes were bordered with stained glass. The  roof had been black and vines intertwined with the wall and the porch of the house. It wasn't like any regular city house this one had been old and probably was here for centuries.

The structure was tall, a room located on the top floor was round like a small castle tower. The house was outdated and didn't have a garage attached to it.

"Woah, this place is massive." I was impressed by the height and the details of the trim but the colour of the house was in poor taste for me. It made me wonder what the inside was like. Probably very bland or old.  "What's it look like on the inside?" I questioned my dad, it was all that came out if my mouth as I stepped out closing the car door in such awe.

"It's a great house, and has quite a history if you ever decide to read about it. The structure was hand built." My father had added to my comment.

Looking around in the front yard, the parking lot had extended down a hill, onto the street. The house, engulfed in hedges created a lot of privacy as if we were in the woods. A stone wall with a black fence placed near the bottom of the parking lot. On either side of the road, the walls held pots with plants, adding colour.

"You know you can take a look inside, I can grab most things from the car. Just keep the front door open and don't forget to grab your suitcases and boxes." I nodded to what my dad had said as I heard him pulling out boxes and placing them on the ground.