There was a feeling of despair around that house. It wouldn’t go away. It stayed there like a bad smell that had soaked into my clothes and would take some time to leave. The creaking stairs and broken floor kept my senses open to any and all disturbances to my normal welfare. A similar sounding footstep behind me kept me on my toes, causing me to turn around nearly every ten seconds. I wasn’t in my place, and I knew it. But I had my torch at hand, shining it at everything to make sure nothing was hiding.
I had heard many a rumour about the people who went missing; the murders that went on within these walls. Bodies br
At twilight morn, I bathed in sun,
And looked to the dull abyss in the sky.
I felt a nothing, from years gone by.
No words would leave me, but a sigh.
And here I awaited coming rain,
Of poisonous darts brimming with pain.
A pain I thought I’d never feel again.
I never wished this onslaught.
I thought it was done…
Why on a bench, in a park,
Surrounded in dark, the light
Brought the tree to my eyes.
And a lone bird perched in the tree
Watched me listlessly.
I didn’t want her there.
I didn’t mind her company,
Sure enough I called her to me,
To spend a night or three
In song and more, till dawn.
Dawn was cold…
Nigh
'Now, although you are my prisoners, understand we can still talk and chatter.'
The carriage was brown, old and archaic. It was very Victorian; made of dark wood with a lamp that hung from the back and lit the area behind it and it was drawn by four very black and shadowy unicorns, driven by yet another bear at the front seat. Beezle sat in the middle of Graison and Eloise inside, opposite Dean, Sammy and Bo. The forest slipped past the windows as the carriage made a streamlined attempt at moving. It was a relaxing atmosphere; not what they had expected when they were made prisoners.
'Come, why are you so quiet?'
'I don't usually talk to p