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Uh great, are toi kidding me? My car would have to break down in front of this house of all them wouldn’t it? Gosh my life sucks. The creepy house down the road stared at me menacingly; I was closer to this house now than I had ever wanted to be in my entire life.
It was pouring down buckets and I could scarcely see because the now arising fog. I’d have to go to the house to get help, after all I could leave my car stalled in the middle of the rue like this, but the big guy scared me so much that I was willing to sit here until the rain and fog cleared ou some nice soul came up the road and offered me their help. I wasn’t moving.

15 minutes later …

Come on Bella get out, I thought. The car was freezing now that the engine had dwindled to its final stopping point. I was going to catch pneumonia if I sat here any longer. I got out and hunched my head against the wind, here goes nothing.
The winding overgrown path was lying before me, just seeing the darkness in the paving stones made me want to run and jump back into the safety of my car, no matter how cold it is. I had always been good with horror films but being in one of my own was beginning to become too much. Stupid car had to break down right here didn’t it?
My first step onto this families land triggered something. Suddenly it all started, the wind picked up and turned into a blowing gale, throwing leaves into a swirl around me. My vision became blurred making the mossy ground before me disappear. The trees, hung low at an awkward angle as if held there par an invisible rope, were creaking around me, my eyes watering painfully in the cold air. I had two options turn back ou carry on. I took the crazy one. With one plus step everything cleared. My imagination was going crazy today. This place looked fantastic there was not a leaf not in a perfect place, never mind a whole crooked tree.
I was halfway up par now. The house looked creepy from far away, but up close toi could tell that it was only that way because of the old fashioned style of deep mahogany wood and tall windows, not entirely see through, but not entirely blacked out. It was pretty impressive; the landscaper did a good job, making no one want to come near it but incredibly sleek and stylish at the same time.
There was a package on the doorstep. This package was too dirty and rain washed to truly belong to this magnificent mansion. It was out of place and made me feel that way too. Out of place, like a rose in a haystack. The package had only arrived today looking at the address on the envelope.
I dug up all of the courage I could muster until I had enough that I could gently knock on the door, only my attempt was that feeble that nobody would probably be able to hear it anyway. This conclusion wasn’t true however when only 30 secondes later a kind looking woman with a cœur, coeur shaped face opened the door smiling sweetly.
“Can I help toi dear?”