She’d never seen that house in her entire life...

She knew every inch of the town, and yet she’d never seen that house in her entire life. It was old, made of crumbling stone with moss and ivy crawling all over it. How had she not noticed it before? It would’ve been impossible to miss considering its huge size, nearly as big as a medieval castle, and how out of place it looked with its four turrets, compared to the other modern houses down the rest of the street. Curious she tried to swing open the rusty iron gate, but it wouldn’t budge. With determination in her eyes, she started climbing the gate. Once she reached the top, she had to be careful to avoid the spikes and climbing down proved a more difficult task than climbing up. When her feet finally landed with a thud on the ground, she heaved a sigh of relief. Looking left, then right, she crept through the garden, with withered trees that might have once been alive and stone fountains depicting mermaids and gargoyles that no longer spouted water. She eventually was met face to face with an imposing wooden door. Using all her strength, she leaned against it and pushed. With a creak, it opened. The girl was greeted with a sudden ghast of wind that blew her raven coloured hair into her face. When she finally brushed her hair away, a long corridor lined with a plush red carpet appeared before her. Walking forwards tentatively, she realised her feet were bare. Where did her shoes go? The interior was unlike the exterior which was dilapidated, inside everything seemed overly fanciful and new, everything looked like it belonged to the past.