The House. ~ Kasira Mortis

The prompt: When people say country estate, it sounds really grand, but looking at it now, I realize our house is….
When people say country estate, it sounds really grand, but looking at it now, I realize this house is most definitely haunted. As I looked up at the house and noticed the boarded-up windows and doors and the peeling paint, this is not at all what I expected from my granddad after he died. I let out a big sigh and started walking up the beaten path, or what I can only guess was a path. I walked up to the door and pulled out the key in my pocket, but it looked like I could just hit it slightly, and it would open. I tried the doorknob anyway, and it was locked, so I slid the key in and turned the knob. The door opened, and it was too dark to see any details, so I slowly ran my hand down the wall until I could find the light switch. My fingers ran across one. I flipped it up, and to my surprise, the inside looks nothing like the outside. It was as if it were magic, like I walked into a portal, taking me into what the house looked like years ago. There was a big old chandelier at the end of the hall, and a big grand staircase at the top of it, which is a young picture of my granddad. Maybe living here won’t be so bad.