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The property was aware of itself, Almost human. A mind so chaotic of
an unspoken truth of all that it was.
The pain that echoed in the wall's, Surrounding it. Like a river flowed. It would often become still, Silent, Awaiting the day a soul would come to play.

The house sat secluded. As tho it liked it that way, Unneeded of anything or anyone. Hidden in the darkness.

Branches...Cracked, Dried, Dead.... hung with an arch so perfect it was near impossible to see the wood stained door that lay behind. The threshold nothing more than a leaf covered porch, With uneasy slats of wood hidden beneath.

Grime, Dust, cobwebs, Accompanied By the stench of death which lingered down the driveway.
As tho in that moment the house itself warned us away.

A house of old history was sure to creek, Tho as expected in a way of fear, Fear the structure would soon collapse on top of you. However this house creaked in no such way, Intern  creaking as tho with every step echoed another, One so close and so eeire it was tho you was not alone, It creaked in a away of a silent scream, In a way that no horror story could ever capture, In a way your heart would beat itself still....

A house, Anyone sane of mind would be hesitant to step a foot over the doorway. Olivia had no such thing as a sane mind when it came to a house, A house so mysterious.

Olivia Sweeton, A woman many admired. A wife, Mother, Daughter and friend. She was angelic. A pure imitation of what looked like a movie star. Perfect long dark hair, Deep Brown eye's that glistened in the sunlight. A complexion that could only be mistaken for a goddess. She was just as sweet as her name.

Since a child Olivia dreamed of a house so old and so grand that she could hardly begin to imagine the stories it had hidden beneath the bones of such a structure. Her mind would wonder with endless possibilities.
It was only natural she struggled to contain her excitement, When it came to be her own house, The beautifully old creation herself and her husband Denton had just purchased, With their twins.

" Mummy, Mummy! " Jodie called from afar, As she ran down the drive way to the front line of the woods which boarded their new house.

"Can we explore " She begged, As she gestured her twin Joelle to come closer.

" Oh can we mummy, Please.. Please" Joelle pleaded as she tugged on her mother's summer dress.

" oh very well, But don't go far. I want you to stay in calling distance my sweetheart's " Olivia said, In that angelic voice she wore so perfectly.

" Well Mrs sweeton, How do you feel?" Denton asked as he took Olivia in his embrace. Together, Taking in the view of their new home.

"It's heaven. All that I could have dreamed of an more. " She Responded, Joyful.

" The only person I have to thank is you, My dear husband. You made all this possible "

"We, Made this possible. Olivia. This is our dream and you my love settled for nothing less than what we deemed to be perfect"