Somewhere in the village, down the deserted strip of houses, there laid a particular house.

It was no ordinary house.

It stuck out like a sore thumb, with it's colours on the wall prominent and striking in contrast to the neighbouring ones.

The hinges of the gates whistled as the wind blew, showing signs of rust and lacked of care.

Whispers of a mysterious, dark and shadowy figure prowling the corridors has kept people away.

No one visited the house even if they managed to make their way down the street.

no one but him.