Knock Knock
My hair fluttered, the trees rustled endlessly by the wild cold blue wind. I was already fatigued and exhausted from all the walking. The street stood as empty as any desert. The silence pressed on me and all I could hear was the beating of my own heart, the loud breathings I made and the scuffing noise of my own shoes as I stumbled down the sidewalk. The light from the lamp post was dim, the street cables were tangled above and the road was secludedly vacant. Then, there was an old abandoned mansion that caught my eyes. From the front it looked like a house that might have belonged to a rich family about 20 years ago. Old dusty doors and windows, white colored stairs but they were already dingy, the plasterwork was falling away, and weeds were sprouting all around the house. Surprisingly, even though most of the windows were dark, there was still some light so I assumed there might be someone in there. With some great courage and hope, I r...