Rich, poor boy

Marc walked on the long straight road, surrounded by lush green gardens straight towards the most gigantic house of the Hellwood city, known as the Woodstock Manor or infamousely known as the haunted manor.

The dark clouds hovered over the large five storied house, made entirely of fine wood and bricks. The beautiful mansion had several sprawling gardens and a wonderful library. It had several underground rooms and tracks, just like a total maze. Even in all these years, Marc was sure that he had not seen his entire house and must be aware of several tunnels and hidden rooms.

The worst feeling was not being rich but yet living a poor life, but it was living in such a massive house all alone, with not a person in sight to even speak.

"Hmm... Here comes the lonliest boy on planet in his land." Marc spoke sarcastically as he opened the large gate of his house, closing it behind him. He walked on the long bricked path surrounded by dense and wild bushes, which were once extremely well maintained garden.

He had left the door open, as he had sprinted out of his house in much fear. But, he knew that not even a thief can dare to enter this house. "Only a beast can think of invading this property."

Marc entered the massive and stunning living room, which he had tried his best to upkeep. From regular cleaning of the house to repairing, he used to spend his entire day in this daily routine. Once in the day time, he would go to the market to fetch the things he required and returned soon after.

He straight away climbed the circular stairs situated at the corner of the living room and entered another massive wooden floor. At the corner was his bedroom and as soon as he entered he was a little taken aback by his appearance. "Goodness! I do look scary!"

He stared at the mirror placed in front of him and sighed. "There goes my only remaining set of proper clothes. I don't even have money to spare for clothes."

Marc looked at his reflection in much despair feeling pitty at his own self. "What do I do now? Just today I threw away my other pair of pants and shirt. And the other one is three years old and totally ripped."

He pressed the bridge of the nose in much confusion looking around in his luxurious room. "What irony. A man owning so much wealth has not a single set of clothes to wear or buy." He look at the large circular bed, placed along side a lavish bookshelf and lamps.

He thought for several seconds and then finally sighed nodding his head. "This is it I guess, I have no other option but to do, what I have been avoiding to do from past 20 years."

Marc sighed and stepped out of his room. Just across the large and lavish lobby area, he looked hesitantly at a heavy door, which had a beautiful and fine carving on it. He only opened this door once in a month to clean it, but had never opened his parent's wardrobe or personal things. From past 20 years, they were lying untouched and today he had decided to wear his father's clothes.