The carriage bumped softly along the dirt road, sunlight fading as dark clouds covered the sky. Although the darkness that set upon the world was gloomy, almost like a bad omen, it didn't take away from the peacefulness and rare beauty of the forest. I was gazing out the window, chin resting in my hand, preparing myself for the long day of work ahead. I had just recently bought a mansion with a rather large set of property, although it was old and run down I figured I could fix it up in a day or two. Fortunately my good friend Henry had decided to accompany me to this large estate and help out with what he could. He hadn't seen the property yet, nor did he know of where we were headed, but decided to help out anyways.
"Adam, are we almost there?" a voice called quietly. Snapping me out of my thoughts, I looked away from the window and into the dark carriage. Henry was sitting upright gazing at me, his hand running through his neatly combed, dark brown hair. Over the few years I've known him I learned that he was not a patient man.
"Yes Henry, I do believe we've almost arrived." I replied with a small, reassuring smile. Turning my attention back to the towering trees and thick undergrowth as we passed through the forest. After a moment of silence I felt the carriage began to slow down, until it came to a halt. The door to the carriage opened; a man with a black suit and a black top hat stepped aside to let us out. I climbed out the carriage and waited for my friend to follow suit. Once he exited the carriage, I turned to the man and smiled. "My good sir, thank you for bringing us all this way. I hope this will suffice for payment, for now." I said pleasantly, holding out a few dollars. "Come back later this evening." I added, with a nod the man hopped back on to the driver's seat of the carriage. He flicked the reins and the pure white horses jerked forward. The carriage vanished back down the road in a cloud of dust.
Once out of sight; I turned to Henry "Alright, this..." I gestured around "Is my property!" I said with an eager grin, feeling like a child in a candy store. Henry turned towards the house, his eyes widened at the sight. Before us stood a large mansion; its windows boarded up, vines crawling up the sides of the building, the outer walls of the house were peeling away, and cracks in the framing resembled that of broken glass, basically it was going to need some work. I walked towards the house following a cobblestoned path, Henry's footsteps sounded from behind me. Together we walked up the wooden steps and up to the door, each step was followed by the creaking of the old wood.
"Adam...do you know the history of this place?" Henry asked sounding uncertain, probably intimidated by the daunting mansion.
"No not particularly." I replied trying the handle. With a click the dark maroon door swung open, hinges crying out in protest. I looked inside and shivered, the air inside seemed to be cooler than the outside. Although it was dark I could make out some details of the main room, and honestly there wasn't much to look at. It was dusty and dirt coated the floors, the broken remains of a chandelier was scattered across the room, portraits of what appeared to be a family were thickly coated in dust, hung crooked on the walls. Wood planks were leaning up against the walls, boxes blocked the way to a set of large stairs that could probably have ten or more people walk up at the same time.