The terrifying thunder pounded with an immense uproar as Faith drove her black Mercedes through the hammering rain. It bucketed eternally; the long winding roads began to flood as she travelled through the country, searching for a building to rest. The sky was as dark as death, with golden buttons gleaming alongside the silver-grey full moon. Its craters formed a fearful face; dark eyes and a long straight nose featured upon it. He carried a devilish smirk as if predicting a mysterious major event was about to occur. Misty fog filled the scene, it was a somewhat gothic atmosphere; giving her a sudden chill.
Breaking to a halt, she spotted a moving rundown, derelict house that was of considerable size, with 4 tall stone towers. Black iron, decorative, spiral gates guarded this breath-taking house; Faith stepped out of her car, pacing up to the rusty gates, her brown leather jacket protecting her body from damaging bullet drops. Examining the gates. They were chained closed with a single padlock, which was carelessly vandalised. Pushing them carefully they opened, the chains rattled and clanged with the gates creaking as they exposed a long gravel path, directing towards the house. Travelling up the path, the gravel crunched. Wild overgrown weeds and bushes encircled it. The bitter breeze began to blow the bare trees sideways, looking like outstretched stick insects screaming with horror in the wintry conditions. The crisp golden brown leaves blew up the winding path towards the building. 2 identical limestone gargoyles, carefully carved and detailed, were decorating the handrail, which stood at the bottom of the cracked concrete steps. They had ears like an elephant, a devils bloodcurdling tail along with 4 teeth as sharp as carving knives; eyes the shape of a lemon.
