The House

The door slowly opened and revealed the scene behind. She pushed her head first through the doorframe, her feet solidly planted on the rug outside. The room was dim and the air was heavy, as if noone has been her for years. Invisible strings of web stretched all over her face, making her crindge in disgust. She quickly brushed this mess of her face and shivered. Then she took several steps inside. Each sound of the  steps was silenced by the old carpet which covered the whole hallway. Every corner of the place had that feeling about them that you get when you enter an old castle. This was of course no castle, just her greataunt's house.