karovie

Weeks had passed. I didn’t meet him after that day. I decided to go visit him in his house. I went the long way. I still remembered it. When I got to his house, the garden looked kind of worse than earlier. I went over to the door and knocked. No one answered, but the door was halfway open. I opened it, and went inside. It was dark, and cold. Too cold.  I tried to find the switch. “There,” I said and switched it on. But it didn’t get brighter. I got my cell phone and turned on its light. “Oh my god…” I gasped. The hall was a total mess. The walls weren’t red, they were white, but the painting flaked off