Diana grunted touching the rusted knob of the roof door.
“Ugh… what happened to it?”
She wondered as she tried to wobble the knob in order to have it click open but it only seemed jammed.
She did not remember the knob of the door to be that rustic.
Of course it was old and had been attached to the large floor to ceiling double wooden door ever since the house was constructed in the early twentieth century and one could surely guess that the knob had been just as old as the entire house was.
But it had always been kempt and functional. However, Diana was not confused or bewildered this time. She realized that the house had not been taken care of over the past few years.
The entire aura of the house had been converted in to a somber funeral and somehow it only seemed that it was done
