The old house

I passed in front of the old house, tall, white and lonely surrounded by big trees that had a sinister aspect. I remember when I was a child a house full of life, I used to go play with the children of the house in the garden and always we swam in the pool while ours parents looked after us. I don’t know why the family had moving and I was sad thinking that he couldn´t return. Time passed and the house was deteriorating, and again my sense take me to enter again, so after thinking about it many times and one evening I decided to get inside through the old gate.

My feet stepped on the dead leaves from the garden, the house was silent, nothing I heard. The pool was empty and full of mud and dirt. The wind blew hard and shook my hair. Black clouds approached, I saw lights in the distance, the storm was approaching and I had to refuge as soon as possible. I saw a door ajar was the door of the old kitchen. It started to rain I didn´t think twice and I went inside the house quickly. I was cold inside the house it was getting dark and the shadows frightened me.

The dining room of the old house was empty of furniture, only the lamp was hung prisms as a ghost in the room, the light rays reflected by the prisms was a sinister light on the scene, I thought I saw shadows out in the garden  that were running, and I frightened again.

I looked at the house  from away the other side of the river, I didn´t want close there. I didn't want to remember more, maybe one day I decide and come back if I do I know what I find, afraid me and scared me again , my feet take me over and over that place, I want to return...