Enchanting House
We finally make a new move into a new house. My husband and family aren't the people I know outside of my dream world. In fact, my mother-in-law turns out to be a mysteriously evil witch who has her house connected to ours but I don't discover this until later.
The house is huge, built of fancy, red brick stones with big finely carved glass windows. Every surrounding house in the neighborhood has an enchanting look about them. The lawns are perfectly manicured and all of the yards beautifully landscaped with luscious green grass, huge, towering oaks, and a variety of other magnificent trees such as elms and weeping willows. It is like a scene from a fairy tale. The steps at the front of the house are made of brick with a grand entrance but the steps to the side entrance where most family members might prefer to enter the house were made quite differently, obviously more for exquisite beauty and annoyance than anything else. They were these very oddly shaped tree branches cut to create a maze of sharp, winding steps. You virtually had to climb them as you would a tree to get up to the next level. The tops were cut to a slanted point so you wouldn't want to fall and land on one. They weren't built vertically either, but zigzagged in a criss-cross direction which is what gave them their exotic appeal.
The inside of the house was not as spectacular but nice all the same. It was a house that you would probably see chandeliers hanging in the more formal rooms, but the family rooms were very plain with high ceilings throughout. The grand living room seemed to have a comfortable feel about it with a modern appeal. The ceilings were much higher and there seemed to be huge, towering bookshelves that spanned from wall to wall. The furniture was made of oak and there was oak crafted into the walls and structure as well. It was where the teenagers and older children preferred to hang out and sleep. It seemed that there were people everywhere at times. Our room (not sure who "we" were) was not far from the living room and it was conjoined with my mother-in-law's house by short but brightly lit hall. Her door was white and adorned with crystals and shimmering glass.
In the beginning, I remember being in this house before ever seeing the outside and feeling as though I were a guest in another family's home but soon my identity seemed to merge with that of the woman of the house which is why I probably wasn't sure who I was. It was almost like the storyteller became confused and forgot who she was and began living her own story. As time passed, it became clear to me that this was to be my home and I began finding baby blankets and things that were once my child's packed away in storage below. I remember thinking that I needed to get my spirits up so that I could begin fixing the place up and getting all of our packed things out and put up where they belong. With this in mind, I went to check out the closet space and it was adequate. It was actually a walk-in closet with hangers on both sides and some shelves. As I began unpacking some of our smaller items, I discovered through a conversation I had with someone who almost doesn't even seem real, that my mother-in-law was a witch who wanted me gone. I remember thinking to myself that she was old and I would sooner see her dead than to live my life fearful of her and continue to unpack. Beep beep beep... it's time to wake up.
The house is huge, built of fancy, red brick stones with big finely carved glass windows. Every surrounding house in the neighborhood has an enchanting look about them. The lawns are perfectly manicured and all of the yards beautifully landscaped with luscious green grass, huge, towering oaks, and a variety of other magnificent trees such as elms and weeping willows. It is like a scene from a fairy tale. The steps at the front of the house are made of brick with a grand entrance but the steps to the side entrance where most family members might prefer to enter the house were made quite differently, obviously more for exquisite beauty and annoyance than anything else. They were these very oddly shaped tree branches cut to create a maze of sharp, winding steps. You virtually had to climb them as you would a tree to get up to the next level. The tops were cut to a slanted point so you wouldn't want to fall and land on one. They weren't built vertically either, but zigzagged in a criss-cross direction which is what gave them their exotic appeal.
The inside of the house was not as spectacular but nice all the same. It was a house that you would probably see chandeliers hanging in the more formal rooms, but the family rooms were very plain with high ceilings throughout. The grand living room seemed to have a comfortable feel about it with a modern appeal. The ceilings were much higher and there seemed to be huge, towering bookshelves that spanned from wall to wall. The furniture was made of oak and there was oak crafted into the walls and structure as well. It was where the teenagers and older children preferred to hang out and sleep. It seemed that there were people everywhere at times. Our room (not sure who "we" were) was not far from the living room and it was conjoined with my mother-in-law's house by short but brightly lit hall. Her door was white and adorned with crystals and shimmering glass.
In the beginning, I remember being in this house before ever seeing the outside and feeling as though I were a guest in another family's home but soon my identity seemed to merge with that of the woman of the house which is why I probably wasn't sure who I was. It was almost like the storyteller became confused and forgot who she was and began living her own story. As time passed, it became clear to me that this was to be my home and I began finding baby blankets and things that were once my child's packed away in storage below. I remember thinking that I needed to get my spirits up so that I could begin fixing the place up and getting all of our packed things out and put up where they belong. With this in mind, I went to check out the closet space and it was adequate. It was actually a walk-in closet with hangers on both sides and some shelves. As I began unpacking some of our smaller items, I discovered through a conversation I had with someone who almost doesn't even seem real, that my mother-in-law was a witch who wanted me gone. I remember thinking to myself that she was old and I would sooner see her dead than to live my life fearful of her and continue to unpack. Beep beep beep... it's time to wake up.
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