<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i490.photobucket.com/albums/rr268/Velkonsdarkness/Banners/haunted-mansion.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/>Lightly chilled air blew through the dim corridors making eerie noises, groans, and sounds like screams. The dark gray walls outside were old and worn down, but the main area of it was well kept. On one floor the windows shaped in arches, rectangles, or squares that glowed so dim it was hardly noticeable. As if a dark Specter kept the lights at an eerie calm, the halls were lit by sconces shaped like the faces of wolves and cat gargoyles; the eyes and a haze behind the head were the only things glowing. There were three colors; red, blue, and purple. The wolves themselves were creepy, almost as if they were watching everything that would pass them, almost like they were alive as well. The gargoyles themselves were that way as well but didnâ€™t feel alive.<br/><br/>In the main hall it led to the parlor were shelves of books and old concealed items in display cases were. Some were stones that had gems inside. If one was curious enough theyâ€™d notice this part of the house was very level and had nothing below it. The floors entirely were made of fine black wood. The owner of the home seemed long gone through strangely the place was kept to a fine living state but there was dust and many webs about the walls, floors, furnishings, lightings (but the sconces), and some paintings. As one would roam the house they would noticeably see that every picture containing a person was scratched up, knifed, and torn. All the scenic paintings were beautiful and kept looking nice. Only one painting that had a person was of a young boy on a horse riding by a lake. This had no significance to the owners or anyone at all.<br/><br/>Even though Remnant owned the place he made it look like he didn't belong, he lived alone so long he had really not liked many to come by. This house he took from the last owner a long time before and now he owned it. He loved it. His name Remnant Wyatt Wynchester was his only name that he could remember after all the years. Rem walked over to her and looked at her through his bangs, "You will need to eat later then. Otherwise this weak sense will linger."  he then walked away and went to the parlor and pulled out a book and sat down. He began to read.