Billowing Like a Blanket

The hills billowed over gently before tucking into the valley like a blanket. They house lies there if it were asleep and had not been touched for years. It looks like an old Polish manor. It seems that in its day it was both regal and somehow practical. You can see a local Lord living there, hosting dinners and giving out prize calfs to those who had a great yield. 

 

It is an old house, abandoned. The white walls are stained with their wear and tear of seasonal rain. The windows are empty of glass or joy, now open to the wind. The roof looks undone. The overall impression of the house is still lovely. It would be a place you would want to live, except, somehow as the clouds darkened, you knew you shouldn’t live there. That is anything that did live there, well, it couldn’t be alive…