Peace In The Water
After wandering around the mansion, lost in his thoughts, Northern finally discovered a hidden staircase on the top floor.
Following those stairs led him to an attic.
As soon as he entered, he knew, 'This is it! This will be my living space from now on!'
Dust and cobwebs coated the once neatly organized bookshelves, the volumes within slowly deteriorating from neglect.
The panes of the arched window were cracked, casting eerie shadows across the dimly lit room.
A large plush bed lay at the base of the window, where perhaps a young heiress once gazed onto the outside world from its lonely embrace.
Now, it lay forgotten and shredded, stuffing spilling out, succumbing to the ravages of time and disaster.
Peeling paint clung to the wooden paneled walls and exposed ceiling beams.
The faded, frayed blue patterned rug showed signs of rodents gnawing at the edges.