Itov yawned and stretched. It had been some time since he had parted ways from his sister Yavie and the rest of the family. He wanted to get away from the family for a while and just relax. Now he found himself bored out of his mind. He wished he could do something to pass the time but he was unfamiliar with the area and didn’t know what was around to do for fun. He finally got up and began to head to what he had been told by a fleeing fox was a haunted mansion. Maybe the ghosts will be more fun.
The mansion was a rusted out heap that was in despite need of repair. The large iron gates were stuck in their current positions with one of them half open and only hanging on one of its two hinges. The overgrowth of vines and weeds covered the yard and what appeared to be some old decrepit stone graves. Itov’s red eye’s glinted in the shards of broken glass that littered the path up to the house. His grey-black fur matched the gloomy weather outside. A storm could be heard coming closer in the distance. Maybe it’s a good thing I’m headed toward a shelter. A shutter slammed against the side of the house in protest to the wind’s assault on the old building. A little leaf tornado stirred up a few feet to Itov’s left. He continued until he was at the worn steps leading to the threshold. Up and in he went the door’s menacing groaning announcing his arrival into the house.
