No one in the town had an explanation for the results that occurred in 102 Mellow Road, everyone assumed that the family wished to be isolated. Mrs. Parkinson, the neighbour had described them to the press as “a very quiet family, no shouting or screaming. The only thing that concerned me was that at late nights I would hear humming and whimpering of children.”
It was a Sunday afternoon, with the sun roaring it’s heat on the concrete ground. Sunday was the perfect day to move houses. Everyone would be relaxed, no work, no commotions, no hassle, just a perfect move from the big city to a small town. The houses on that road were all attractive and beautiful, all the houses were semi-detached and had front gardens, patios and some had garages besides their house. The street turning was Mellow Road. The family stopped at a huge ancient-looking house. It consisted of a patio; the woodworks of the house were wearing off. It gave a very dull haunting image.
Mr. Peat the father approached the front door. He took the key from his pocket and unlocked the door, as he had opened the door he heard dog’s barking and wolves howling. Mrs. Peat was walking towards the front door left to right wearing high heel shoes behind her husband. She was tall and had an oval shaped face, she had a crooked nose and long black hair, which was curled from the bottom. She had put on deep eyeliner and a dark red lipstick on her face. She was wearing a black blouse and a long skirt.
Inside the house was a long narrow passage leading to the kitchen, the kitchen was tiny and congested. There were two rooms down stairs and three rooms up stairs. Therefore one of the rooms down stairs was a dinning room and the other was a sitting room, out of the two rooms the sitting room was the bigger one. The sitting room looked damped and haunted because of the way the room had been painted; it had been painted in a way that you could see the paint mark dribbling. The centre table in the room was made from wood. On the walls there were some portrait’s that were hanging by old rusty nails. Some of the portraits were of some famous people, who had done good things in the world for example William Shakespeare.
The flooring of the sitting room was made from floorboards and the shandles in the room were covered with cobwebs. In the entire house there was only one book, which was situated in the centre of the sitting room, which was lying on the floor, the book was dusty and had borders on every page. The language used in the book was written in Latin. Further away from the book laid a dead spider.
Was there a link between the two things, why were they there? For what reason?
