Oceans Mysteries.

Looking back throughout the entirety of time, there has always been some sort of magical legends being told. This old lady cured the sick child they claimed, continuing to this old man who summoned a unicorn. However, there has always been one thing more common than these legends and it is the weird house on the block. Everyone knows this house even if they do not live in the neighborhood. It is the house either too clean and bright or the house that looks dead and untrimmed. And like everyone knows something is wrong with that one house, everyone also avoids and starts legends about this house.
 I, just like everyone else, also have one of these houses. It would be perfectly normal if it didn’t look like it belonged to a beach front property with its light blue and soft yellow hints around the edges. However, the weirdest part about all of this was the fact that it smelled like the salty air surrounding the ocean and with a mysterious breeze always constant around it. But it was a completely normal house at the same thing. I learned the houses secrets though and I now know its secret.
It was a fateful Tuesday that felt normal. I went to school and after, walked a short distance to my home. On my way home, I noticed that the house I had dubbed “Beach House,” not that I was wrong in naming it that, I saw that the door was cracked open. I do not want you to think that I am a creep, always going into unlocked doors, but I was concerned. I was concerned, because even though the house was weird the old man that lived there was nice and always said hello to me as I walked past him. I went in to check on him, everyone always talks about the old house at the end of the street, but I couldn’t believe what happened when I went inside.
The second I stepped into that weird old house I was transported somewhere else. Somewhere foreign, and definitely somewhere that should not be in the middle of boring, flat, Kansas. 
The first thing I registered from the house was the fact that the air felt too heavy. It felt like I was being surrounded by a heavy blanket on a cool day. The second thing I noticed about this strange cocoon like air was the fact that it was abnormally cold and once my eyes adjusted to the dark light of my surroundings, I realized that I should not possess the ability to breath because I was under water. 
Just like I was under water I was also in some sort of court like room surrounded by twelve pillars. In these pillars sat twelve different aquatic creatures ranging from a shark to a jellyfish and the pillar positioned in front of me sat the kind old man. But this time, something was different about him. He was no longer hunched and with a constant grimace of pain on his face, instead he sat straight and looked regal. Everyone always talks about the old house at the end of the street, but I couldn’t believe what happened when I went inside. I became the adopted child of an old god, and everyday I regret walking into that house.