The road was long, crumbling away. It had been there for so long, it started to begin to rot. The rain was powerful almost like bricks falling from the sky, I thought to myself if I didn’t find shelter quick, the worlds natural elements would be the death of me. As I continue down the horrible road I approach the house. The house looks new, friendly like it had recently been built but one thought came to me  was why such a beautiful house was in such a horrible place. My thoughts were interrupted. Boom! I knew that the thunder had begun but the way it sounded, you  could have mistaken it for lots of bombs going off. As I continue to approach the house, I hear crash lightning comes down striking in front off me. My heart pounding, I run to the house as fast as I can the floor was slippery so I had to make sure I didn’t fall. I arrive at the door and was amazed to see how giant it was. I knock on the door and suddenly it opens. It seems as if nobody is home, so I walk in the house. As I walk in I could feel the warmth of the house, the finely decorated red walls, the modern furniture which was well decorated with such beautiful patterns. I walk down hallway to find that this house had a basement, so I continue on to go explore it.

As I walk down the stairs, I was disappointed to see how the basement was. Compared to the warmth and the bright red walls and the new modern furniture upstairs, the basement was a cold disappointment.  No colour except a stormy grey with the occasional red brick was to be seen on the walls. The basement was filled with old, decaying furniture once brand new and used, now unwanted. The furniture which once sat in  the drawing-room were now sat in a ghostly silence and the chairs arranged in a circle as if awaiting a group of guests that never came. Stood up against walls and chairs were the portraits with sad expressions. Boredom and self-importance etched in their long, serious faces. I felt their eyes on me wherever I moved, I felt watched and not alone.

It was now night-time and the rain had stopped it was a cold, clear and silent night the moon shining as dogs barked in the distance. The atmosphere was much the same in the damp basement. The trees outside moaned at being disturbed by the firm, gentle breeze which carried on annoying them, getting stronger making the trees moan louder and their old bark start creaking. The only source of light in the basement came from a medium-sized pentagonal window the moonlight illuminating the peaceful specs of dust happily swimming in the vast cold, dark and silent sea, illuminating a small part of the gloomy  basement.  I saw shadows dance and slide across the walls as the wind annoyed the trees.