A warm breeze brushes through the trees where only a few weeks ago the
same branches were covered with frost. Now the branches are all beginning to
bud, new green leaves can be seen pushing their way up through the bark. You
follow the winding path leading down the hill to a place that you were
unaware of existing before this time. As you step out of the thick
underbrush into a brightly illuminated opening, a gallery of colors and
sounds sweep over you leaving you breathless. You stand in wonder as you
gaze upon an old haunting house nestled among trees that are adorned with
vibrant autumn colors. 2004 has left the old house in a bit of disrepair. A few wooded siding panels hage loosely by the side. A small breeze blows gently from the south through
the branches making each leaf flutter gently. The brease causes a dull thump... thump... thump... to roll through the trees standing around you. The flashing of colors catches
your attention as the leaves dance in the agitated air encompassing you.
Below the ragged old house is a serene bubbling river. Water flows gently
over and around the waterwheel mounted on the front of the old house directly
in front of you. Still, the house seems to beckon to you from within.
What can reside in an old place such as this? You are drawn to forward; in
front of you is the Front Door...
Front Door!!!
