When he walks down the path that leads to the house he looks toward an old mansion built in 1854. Almost the whole mansion is build from wood, with crackling steps that lead up to the front door.
He pushed the door and with a squeaking sound the door opens and inside he sees a stairway going up to the left. To the front and to the right are entries to some rooms. One is the kitchen to the right and straightforward is the living room.
On the first floor are 3 bedrooms and 2 luxurious designed bathroom.
He walks around the house. The silent is painful. Even after all these years.
He goes to the living toom, sit down on a comfortable armchair and looks at a photo of a lady. His wife who passed away so many years ago. A vibrant smile and long dark haired lady.
He makes a smile on his face for the memories in his heart but Mr, Myster still missed her
-MH-
This is a follow to an older story that I posted years ago.
