Describe a room in a deserted mansion making sure that the description reflects the characters that had once lived their and the events that had taken place

Only the burning embers provided a source of never apparent light in the rustic, towering entrance hall. The rotted, flaking staircase wound up like a disused helter-skelter, leading to a never ending maze of tatty corridors. I lost myself in my concerned soul as every breathless step became harder and harder, the atmosphere weighed me down, a heavy oppression. I felt drained of every sap of energy in my body. As I steadily stumbled through the maze, a sudden stream of light lit up the enchanting hallway as I manoeuvred carefully around the tight corner. This room seemed to be the only room with a sense of live in it; it had something about it that drew me in, and eventually enticed me in.

I cautiously opened the heavily sculptured arched doorway, to unveil what looked like a large concert hall. My heart was beating in rhythm with my footsteps, almost so shocked and scared with the fact of the unknown that it nearly stopped. The light that I had experienced from outside the hall had seemed to of just vanished before my eyes as though someone was tampering with the light switch.

The most distinguishable yet unusually placed object was a concert seat. It wavered cautiously in the rusted opening at the back of the misty room, as if someone of ...

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The most distinguishable yet unusually placed object was a concert seat. It wavered cautiously in the rusted opening at the back of the misty room, as if someone of great importance would have sat there whilst watching a show. Untouched decorations hung motionless in the biting draft from the red curtains still in perfect condition unlike many of the other features in the room. The stage curtains were half drawn and there were props strewn and scattered across the stage floor looking as though they were lost, a show may have been in production at the time this place was deserted. The area may have been previously used for special occasions as the objects were worn; therefore suggesting they were used a lot, though obvious from the state they were in it was not recently.

Large cobwebs laden with insects and dust hung precariously from the decayed lighting, a melted icicle waiting to fall to its destination. One of the cracked lights abruptly pierced a dull beam of light through the dust and cobwebs to reveal a pulsating circular shape upon the curtain. This sudden movement caused a sharp pain of fear through my heart, as I believed I was the only human in this room.

I crept down the isle towards the stage, the muggy, air stricken atmosphere hung above me like a bird casting a demon eye over its prey. I tripped up the stairs, onto the stage floor landing with a loud noise, cracking a floorboard in process, but also as I hit the floor the circular light was not upon the curtains anymore, not anywhere to be seen. This was my first bit of amusement as I brushed off the dust from my clothes until muffled laughter ceased my humour. I looked up to see whether it was my hearing but come to think of it, of course that didn’t help. I got to my feet still aware that something may be in my presence. As I now quickly staggered to the back of the stage, a boarded up door caught my eye. The recent event had now passed through my mind in a flash as I reached the door. What I didn’t notice until I ripped off the boards blocking the door, was that this in turn revealed a door adjacent to this one. It led to outside. As I promptly scampered to reach the fresh air, a sound of movement and a dark shadow passed the opening in a blink of an eye. I stepped outside, now at the back of the building, and breathed the sweet fresh, clean air. No life was apparent at first. Only the small footprints embedded heavily in the mouldy gravel pathway.

Will Beach 10 J (Set A)