My first thought going inside this mansion was "Wow" This place was huge and very eerie. No one was around and the front of it looked like it had been through hell by something. I admired everything and couldn't help but feel alone yet calm at the same time. I had a job to do and followed instructions. I got my phone out and played Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata" It fit this setting perfectly and there was another reason.. I needed the music to block out the memories that tried to resurface from my past. The past was something I wanted to get away from. It's something that used to do a number on me and I think it's time to tell that story. I knew where to begin with doing this job, but where to begin with the story...?



(Note: Image used in this short story belongs to it's original owner and I do not claim it as my own)