The Ressurection (1)

Somewhere far away from St Donavan.

Deep inside the dense eerie forest was an old haunted-looking house with clumps of rotten leaves clinging to the base of the house and was shrouded in a pale mist which leaked from its cracked panels and splintered beams, With every cloud of swirling vapor, the house seemed to be breathing deeply, like a dragon with smoking nostrils.

The inside of the house seemed to have been abandoned for ages due to its dusty air, the squeaking sounds of rats, cobwebs on the ceilings and walls, sheets on furniture, broken tables, chairs, windows, lamps, and holes in the walls.

walking through the floors towards the basement with her footsteps creating a creaky noise against the wooden stairs, due to its foul rotten smell of decaying rats mixed with a metallic smell of blood she covered her nose feeling a slight itch of irritation on her throat

"Fuck Alex, couldn't you clean the place at least?." Said a woman seemingly in her early thirties judging by appearance,