As walk down the spiral stairs I feel goosebumps prickle my skin. This house is so weird, I feel as though I’m in one of those Thriller movies where someone, or something will jump out at me when I least expect it. The walls are bare except for a large mirror above the front door. It’s border is dark black, and it looms over the house making the hair on the back of my neck stand up striaght.
Sherry seats me in a lounge chair colored an ugly olive color. I look around the reck hall. Candles light the room with an eerie glow. I suddenly realize the curtains blocking tall windows. I wonder why they are closed of from the outside. I here no rain, only an evergoing echoe of what sounded like a river. In the empty dark room I am left alone. I feel so small against everything. It seems either I am too small for the picture, or the room is much too large. When I smell a sweet scent of food I am forced to come back to my senses. My stomach growles with a sharp hunger, for I haven’t eaten since the afternoon before.