October 8, 2011 is the day of this bitter night, the moon shined above, lighting up a pathway for any creature that marched in the sinister night. By its feeling of darkness would sent shivers down the spine of mere humans, but to other creature that is use to the night, they seem be enjoying it dark winds. People say nights in October are more eerie then other night and so it was, only traveling one night will they understand. In close proximity to the forest is a mansion surrounded by black gothic style gates, creaking when the gates push open on its old rusty hinge. The mansion beyond the gates was also gothic style; the painting was black, with red roses. The window’s painted black, some was covered with a dark blankets, covering any sure of light from the moon to case itself into the interior of the manor bur there was only a small peck of light previewed through the black paint and dark blankets. On the gates there was a crest molded onto the locks was ancient writing. Writing that was only known to the people that own the place.
The wind picked up when a black mustang speed up the road pushing back leaves and dirt from the tattered looking road while the car drove up to the gates, on command the gates opened little by little with a slow screech, once the gates were fully open, the car slowly drove pass, and drove up the long driveway. With a roar from the engine the car soon silent right in front of the manor. The driver side door opened, a man stepped out, he was five foot ten, and his skin pale, his shoulder length hair with brown streaks was spiked at the end. He has three piercing on his bottom lip. His eyes were a dark brown. He was wearing black cargo pants with chains, a black muscle shirt; over it were a fishnet shirt, and a black trench coat.
 Jesse AnnxX · Thu Oct 25, 2007 @ 10:31pm · 0 Comments |
