From distance, the house looked grand. It seems to call out to people who gazes at it. When I first came across this house, I thought at the time that it was almost beautiful. Past the archway, there stood a white door. It was a bit shorter than I was, but it beckoned me to continue stride toward it. The round yellow door knob soothed my mind, as I glanced at it.
Just standing in front of that door made me want to toss everything I had on to the ground and go inside. Although an aura could be felt from just past this shining door, as if something omnious was behind it.
Now that I think about it, I should have just picked up everything I had and should have ran for my car. I should have returned from where I came. Opening that door changed my life, but as of yet only dread can be felt with in me.
I am not sure if I was meant to open that door, but my life was bound to that house on that glorious saturday morning when I opened the door way to the Hollow House.
