We hadn’t exactly planned a meeting with whoever lived in this house now and as we had come from the back, rather than the great and well kept road that led to the front door, no one was there to meet us. They at least hadn’t changed this road into bricks as well, it was still covered with gravel. If I closed my eyes, it sounded like I was just coming back home after playing in the woods with my brother Harold.
There were three small steps, followed by a high archway and the front door. I managed to get up those steps alight, but my limbs seemed to be failing me when it came to actually making our presence known. I was scared of making it real. Right now I could pretend that my family still lived here, waiting for me to come home. I knew they were dead, but maybe I hadn’t fully grasped th
