Who’s Funeral?
As the beautiful day came to an end, the night fall came with and when it came the mist from the swamp came through surrounding everything near impossible to see. Everything dark, mere pitch black but only the light of the mansion that lied there peaked from the blanket of shadows you were suffocated in. The lights start to draw you in, no where else to go, you come closer seeing a path to the two big doors ahead. As you stand in front of the doors you feel guilt and sorrow in the air you breathe it in and your body shivers telling you not to, but you continue to knock.
As your hand hits the door a bird gets woke it caws then croaks scaring you as it flies to the full moon in the ominously non starry night. You hear a creak
As the beautiful day came to an end, the night fall came with and when it came the mist from the swamp came through surrounding everything near impossible to see. Everything dark, mere pitch black but only the light of the mansion that lied there peaked from the blanket of shadows you were suffocated in. The lights start to draw you in, no where else to go, you come closer seeing a path to the two big doors ahead. As you stand in front of the doors you feel guilt and sorrow in the air you breathe it in and your body shivers telling you not to, but you continue to knock.
As your hand hits the door a bird gets woke it caws then croaks scaring you as it flies to the full moon in the ominously non starry night. You hear a creak