The dark, swollen, grey clouds that overwhelmed the small village had devoured the sun and forbade the heavens to show it’s beauty.
The winds were cold and unfriendly and everyone looked utterly drained. As they slowly walked by, she could see that not only the village but also its people seemed spiritless and somber.
It seemed as though the world had bled out all of it's happiness.
As she walked down the main street of the village where her grandparent's lived, she felt like she was in another country.
The proud, over- grown, bold, green trees that once fiercely stood out were replaced by soulless ones.
Dead leaves danced with the cool wind to form whirlpools as echoes of melancholy penetrated her emotional brick walls.
She shivered as she closed her eyes and tried to remember the familiar place of her childhood.
The memories of her grandparents flickered across her mind, for a silent moment she was happy remembering their smiles and her fishing trips with them.
Then her inner demon bought back the memory of their car crash to her mind.
Her eyes began to water again, remembering the tragic and horrific incident it had seemed as though god had even turned his back on them.
Remembering both she opened her eyes and blinked away a thousand unshed tears and hid the sobs of grief.
In front of her stood the huge, old, grey, godforsaken mansion that her grandparents' had owned. It sat on an enormous estate.
The iron -rod gate that guarded the mansion was accompanied by the pitch- black crows that were perched on the top of the gate. They projected a great phobia through their deathly stare.
They began to stalk her as she moved towards the gate but she bravely continued and now stood at the sole of the gate. She pushed on side of the gate and the crows' sirens immediately went off.
The flew into the air and came like vipers racing for their prey. She immediately ran as the thoughts of panic roared to life. The crows swooped in on the attack and enveloped her.
Her heart thundered in her chest as she fought them off and kept running. She stormed into the mansion and shut the door behind her.
With her back against the door all she could hear was her heart pounding in her chest and air rushing in and out of her body.
She couldn’t think of anything else but getting her breathing under control.
She opened her eyes and now stood in a huge off- white room that was adorned with the gold ceramics and white sofas that were covered in worn out cloth.
The air was still and there were few beams of light that escaped the curtains' abduction piercing the heart of darkness.
She looked around the room and saw the great work of the crawling spinsters and they hung their webs at every corner in the room.
The floor boards beneath her feet squealed as if in warning she walked and had started exploring the room. She moved steadily and entered the fancy and elegant dining room.
Unlike the other room this one was adorned with silver ceramics. The entire floor was covered in a sea blue carpet.
The pristine silver spoons that rested on the table complimented the priceless glassware.
The only sound there was in the house were her silent footsteps as she turned and walked back into the previous room.
She decided to climb the old, care deprived wooden steps ascending to the master bedroom. She reached the top of the stairs and pushed open the tall, teak double doors.
The feelings of gloom, sadness and pain slowly came back eating her from the inside out. Her facial expression gave her away.
Then suddenly she heard something fall and shatter on the floor.
She immediately turned around forgetting the room and picked up speed as she ran down the screaming and strained steps and into the dining room where the sound had come from.
On the floor was one of the champagne glasses shattered to pieces. Then, shockingly! another glass levitates before her eyes and sped to the floor shattering before her.
She screamed and backed away as glassware began to fly around the room aimlessly and came rushing to the ground. Before she knew it, it was like running from a room raining diamonds.
A cold and terrifying voice demanded "Get out!" "Get out!". She turned and sprinted for the door as glassware and gravity made war and the windows shuts themselves close.
She ran out the door and out of the house, fear surging through her body and crows instinctively scattered as she ran through the gates and out into the main street.
As she approached the main road she stopped.
An old woman stood across the road and looked at her as she was desperately tried to catch her breath and then in the spur of the moment, she was gone with the passing vehicles.