THE MANOR

The following tale is that of a young soul lost in the heart of the Appalachian Mountains. The sky is shrouded in dark clouds pouring rain on your head. In the distance you can hear the roar of the thunder as if lightning is going to strike. You need to find shelter fast. You travel on and on and seem to be getting nowhere. All of sudden you see it. Before you stands a manor so tall it looks as if its touching the clouds. Lost with nowhere to go it looks like this is your only choice of shelter for miles. You push open the rusted metal gates, travel up the cracked cement foyer, and arrive at the stain glass door. A chill rushes down your spine as you reach for the handle, but your body still feels compelled to go further. There is no turning back now.