Descriptive: An Old House

The whole derelict building swayed sideways with little influence from the wind.

The porch was damaged, severely weathered by the harsh conditions supplied by the predictably poor weather conditions. Small chips of damaged white paint littered the naked floorboards, supporting the rest of the injured structure.

The front door was smashed in several places, large splinters of wood were discarded effortlessly over the hall's mangy carpet which was soaked a blood crimson colour by the continued exposure to the heavy blustry wind and rain.

There was a musty scent evident in the air, and defiant rays of weak sunlight emerged through the spiderweb cracks lacing the crumbling ancient wall structures. Dust floated all about, lingering as it swirled caught up in an invisible cyclone whilst gradually descending toward the flea bitten, dust mite infested floor. Lichen sprouted from the moist warm bare concrete walls, all about the old woodworm ridden window frame. The pane of glass was coated in a thick greasy layer of grime, and the absence of a section of glass in the bottom corner invited adventurous gusts of fresh air to invade the interior, escaping from the poisoned and weed choked garden, only to be consumed by the breeding and ever-increasing dirt polluted alternative to air.

Long black trees, conifers perhaps, dwarfed the Jenga tower of a building, which threatened to collapse at any moment. These, along with the presence of an unexplainable ground mist only contributed to the eerie and haunting atmosphere concocted by the murdered mansion.