The green gale of the forest in the northern wales has come forth.
Animals running around in the shadows of nature, hiding deep within.
The clouds disappeared and showed again when rain was yet to appear.
The car's flashy red color flies through the sights of a long forgotten antiquated house that was haunted by ghosts long before it was made.
She noticed it, just a tiny bit, a feeling suddenly dropped, but the path she had taken had already been set and there was nothing she could do to turn back.
The car brakes to the crisped sounds of the rocky dead grass.
The exterior parts of the house had gone back from the witch hunting days of yore.
It told no life that was, an emptiness spawned further around the creaking corners of the house
The car door popped open, a heel, a heel, then she stood up, on the rocky pavement, as she stepped carefully towards the old house's stairs.
It was obvious from the one step into the dead grass of her old home that something had already taken, she felt within her bones.
She took out a cigarette, and lit it with a fancy silver lighter she had on her hand. She smoked it and gazed at the house.
Her eyes diverted from the house, as she saw the gray sky appear, trickles of water started to pour, just a bit,
She stepped closer to the house, taking out the rusty key on her hand and she tried to open it but the door wouldn't open. She looked at the key and immediately threw it away behind her.
Her virtuous blue eyes turned into shades of impatientness, a yellow swift kicked into the door, blowing the door across the room.
As she entered the house, the stench of "it" started to attach to her nostrils.
She backed away in disgust. Her eyes dilating and widening at the smell.
The stench on the house was strong and it had made the air seem denser. Its aroma, thickness, and spread everywhere.
She blows the smoke through the foyer revealing more dust. She smokes even more to drown out the rest of the smells.
Her senses sharpening at each bite of the house.
The house within was in the dominion of the dark and sparkling light. Its immovable items placed in a puppet's hands. Bugs crawling all over, attaching it, molding it to be home.
In spite of its decrepit state, this place spoke of time that was so long ago, it rendered time still within this place.
Its foyer could recall a voice of people dancing and laughter as if the music seeped into the fabrics and walls of the room.
She blew her cigarette one more time before she crushed into the grounds of the house.
Crushing further and further… Her powerful long black heeled boots pounded into the house with strong force into the muscles of large thighs.
Leaving ashen footmarks.
But each stomp echoed all the way up the glass ceiling above the foyer, reaching all the way to the upstair's floor.
Her eyes move in defiance, looking above to see a shift.
A warning to herself, but nothing had called down.
The stoic face she holds, pondering on how long that will shake.
She felt her resolve and stepped further in.
"No longer a part of the world", a voice echoes into her soul.
Her silent steps were careful, each movement was met with poise.
She felt within the wind as it swifts from the outside door, and nudged her in further, looking into it.
An eerie feeling had beckoned to her ears. But her eyes only twitched at the sound of it. But her immovable mind chose to stay, curiosity seeped into her mind, flowing with dangers ahead that intoxicated her bloodlust.
She had taken a cornered turn to her right into the living room. She took out a flashlight from her vest pocket.
Click
Light had fallen into the darkness, as the dusty gray drapes had covered the room from light outside.
She hastily moved towards the drapes, trying to open one of them, the dust blew into her mouth immediately. She choked in response to her exhalation of the dust. She started coughing and tried to spit as much of it. Her face squirmed at the taste of it.
Her eyes moved across the room, looking for something. Her body aware of something.
She dragged the rest of the drapes revealing the room, and where the sun setting light had slowly fallen below. Trickles of orange light peering from the window, brightening the room.
Dust had set into the floors and swarmed through the room, buzzing across.
The green wallpaper had already been worn down, and patches of it torn.
Across her, there was a mirror reflecting her appearance, in front of her stood the rest of living room items, furniture that belonged to the 18th century.
Her blue eyes slowly unfolding by the disappearing sunlight.
The way light was cut from the shadowy blades of her coffee-chesnut skin.
She moved herself along into the mirror, her body no longer a blur.
She was wearing a uniquely designed black laced silk top that only reached half of her upper body with another black silk lace that went all the way down that covered her all around and the rest of her body. Underneath her bottom half was tightened black trousers that were tucked inside of her boots.
Crack!
A noise sparked inside of another room.
Her gaze moved quickly from the mirror into the world, as she slowly let herself lean against the wall before entering through the entrance to another room.
Her left hand gripped tightly on her flashlight as she swiftly moved her body to the next room.
The legs moved in a rhythm, her eyes sharper, observing every portion of the room.
The pupils dilating in movement, locking in, on every movement changed.
Her gut started to feel something darker when she took a step upstairs, but she didn't feel like it was right to cower away.
She stood there at the precipice of the unknown. The long hallway didn't seem long nor did it feel like it. But it felt like someone was there.
This hallway felt alive more than a cricket at the dawn of night.
The air was much more dense here and the aroma of something truly disgusting.
At the end of the hallway was a window with a torn up curtain that let out a bit of light from outside.
The steps of her clicking heels had echoed stronger into the hallway, each step was one step forward was a motion of will.
Her pupils dilating, she felt something that terrified her. But she could not stop walking.
Each door's design was the same, rotting and old.
Scuttling sounds of bugs and rats, you could hear which slowly turned her head at the sight of. As they all went forward into the light and left. Creaking of old wood slowly eaten by termites.
The third door to the end of the hallway, there was a loud thumping sound coming from it.
The weight must have been of a book or a rock.
Her face was unshaken but her glass of emotions was at its edge.
She carefully opens the door, twisting the rough doorknob.
She points her flashlight into the room.
The darkness came first and the light second.
The room shifted into something altogether different.
The curtains further up the room, started to peer out some light.
The light started to brighten leading to shone light into the murky room. The light had shone a blue glistening on the desk, further into the room.
She first slowly steps into the creaking woodfloors, to reach the curtains, with light peering out from the curtains. She coughed in the dust again, this time getting in her eyes as well.
She wafts the dust away, and turns to her right, seeing the oval mirror reflecting her flashlight, she clicks it off and there she sees a blue emerald necklace on a necklace stand. The necklace had an emerald shaped crystal with an iridescent blackness. It was laying on top of the desk. It was glowing from the light of the window reflecting its colors
A Divine beauty to see dust floating in the air transparent in the blue light of the necklace.
She slowly approached the necklace, her eyes staggered by the beauty of it.
She slowly grabbed it and put it on and in that moment all light from the necklace suddenly vanquished, and there was no light to be seen again, no sounds, empty darkness spreading endless.
The door suddenly closed. The room is fully dark. Noises coming from all directions. Screaming and whispering. The voice got closer and closer.
"INDIRA!" The woman in the dark screamed at her in a raspy voice was the only thing she managed to make out from the whispers and a face in the darkness.
Her body shifted backwards hearing more other voices, each step moving back to whatever danger she was facing, She had then bumped into a curtain. Her quick thinking opened the curtain and jumped right through the window with a forceful kick.
If the event was pictured in slow motion, her necklace glowing in and out, shining through the window, the glass window's piece transformed into fragments of light. Her face was cut as the glasses slowly turned into light. As she was slowly falling into the grass, her eyes fluttering, her sight seeing a place that was here and somewhere else.
As she felt herself land into a hard surface, she managed to bring herself up. Her eyes slowly opened.
She looked around and saw that she was in a hospital. She recognized it instantly when a woman bumped into her.