In Harry Potter, there's a dark creature called a "Dementor". When it creeps along a room with its shaggy black robes floating ghostly in the air, a feeling overshadows the place. The book described it "as if you would never feel happy again".
When I entered the house, it felt something like that. Everything was the same, the house unchanged and the people normal. But as I climbed the stair case, I gazed into a room once filled with life and personality, now empty and dark. It's walls seemed dull and lifeless. Everything was the same, but somehow a heavy darkness was now looming over me. I couldn't laugh, or smile like everyone else; the tragedy was still ingrained in my head, what had happened, happened beneath my feet. If I walked downstairs there he would be, even though I saw him buried into the ground. Everything was the same, how could the absence of someone I barley spoke to when there make such a difference? I could sense heavy, dark, unbearable sadness.
