"Oh, that’s the ol’ manor house, ma’am, no one has lived there for more than half a century.”
Those words echoed in my memory as I stood and looked at the house that at one time I’m sure was the most beautiful estate in the township: Elderberry Manor. The brick stood sure and fast until your eyes trailed toward the crumbling foundation. The paint was chipping on most of the woodwork, and a few of the smaller window panes had been broken. It seemed a shame that such a lovely house know stood empty and – lifeless.
Acres of property surrounded Elderberry Manor. Beautiful grounds complete with orchards, fountains, ponds, and long ago, prize-winning gardens... Townsfolk say that there was even an intricate hedge maze tucked in among the other beautiful features, but now all overgrown and somehow forgotten.
Or so I thought. Little did I know that just behind this lonely house was a place bubbling over with life; I myself didn’t quite believe it – it took a little girl named Emily Ann to finally assure me of its existence, for one had to look very carefully to see it…
♥Cath-
2 comments:
really nice. I like it!
the story it very well done. Are you going to add more to it or is that it!
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