Home For The Casters
There is a house located west of Web's Hill,a small house centered in between a deep forest.Locals say that the home belonged to a family of witches and 'strange beings'.But rumors will be rumors,right?
The rusty gates and fences have been left untouched for over twenty years,nothing moved,nothing changed.
Weeds grew higher,grass left untamed.No one dared enter this unforsaken house.It grew moldier and soon,people began conspiring about the hidden and untold past of this home.Where were the owners?Did they just vanish?
Some even say that just before the home became empty,cries of a baby echoed the snowy nights of the town.To everyone's knowledge,the owners were newly weds.The wife,beautiful,blond,tall and had the most pleasant voice.The husband,tall,shy,quiet and very charming.The wife became pregnant,but no one had seen the child.Now where had they all gone?
Now this house is just an empty shell for rats and strays.
Curious children dared not enter the home.Who knows what buried skeletons may have been holding onto that chair.
The house was something though.It has been said that the house has stood for over 10 decades,making residence to the very same family for as long as it stood for.
Shame the home has been left unoccupied for so long.Rumors are that the owners had a secret hidden in the home.
An un-openable door,some say.
Where?
And,Why?
Most importantly,What?
More secrets?Something?Someone?
Who knows.They're just rumors,after all.
No,it's just a house.Nothing else about it.
Although there is that one rare occasion every year.
Tulips.Bright and red.They begin to flourish without anyone's notice.Soon,the house is dyed in red.
It almost seems like a present.Looking at these,it's like the house,the grass,the pond are celebrating something.Like the return something lost.A 'welcome home',of sorts.
Strangely,the flowers appear in the winter.Whilst everything else around seem to wither,the home is covered in luminescent red.
Even stranger,locals and neighbours speculate the visitors that arrive when night and snow falls.
They say that for a while,the candles light themselves.
Everything is quieter than before.
Fireflies guide you through the darkness.
Then comes the arrival of white hope.
