Investigating my surroundings, my eyes land upon a derelict house. It was evident that mother nature had decided to reclaim that stake of ground back as hers: the walls covered in envigorating clematises in a mishmash of thrilling and eye-popping colours and acid green grass, lunging up to hip height. There where many trees standing stoutly around the home, they nearly seemed like an impenetrable wall protecting this metaphysical-looking place from the curious eyes and devastating hands of humankind.
The old brittle walls are dauntingly difficult to see with all the foliage covering them, but in some places, you can see a sandstone-like colour surfacing, with a fragile look over them. Still, the house stood there, standing the test of time, towering over anybody or anything who dares set foot near it.
A gust of wind blows through the structure, that once was the beloved home of a small family, producing a skeleton shaking shriek. The hatches, who were hanging loosely in the hinges, started whacking and walloping ''boom, boom'' it went in a steady and rhythmical pace. The trees surrounding the house started shaking and dancing, almost as if the house was producing a musical sound and the trees were on the dancefloor. Then, a complaining grumble was heard, a low and warning noise making all the sounds that were heard before to dwindle. Until there was nothing, but silence, an old derelict house, and the forest filled with animals around me.
