ClockPop

A storm was rapidly approaching, to seek refuge from the unforgiving drops; I stepped upon a broken stair leading to the house. I twisted the rusty, ice-cold doorknob to reveal a dark foyer. My foot cautiously stepped upon the shaky floorboards of the grand room. I gazed at the side walls, both symmetrical; the walls shared four large windows with torn velvet curtains fasten over them, allowing only the shadow of light to seep into the room. I walked toward the center of the room, where I stepped on a mushy, decaying floorboard. The mush let out a grotesque, musty aroma that swarmed the air of the room. An acrid taste filled my mouth from the