The Guest

Chilling air hit my face in a sudden blast of power. The smell of decay still lingered, filling my mind with memories of when this was a happy place. I turned to face the wall of delicate patterns created by centuries of children but now the patterns had faded into a deep crimson. I sighed in dismay and despair as I sat in my leather chair, leaning my head on my fist as I stared almost translike at the wooden door where my guest slept.

The door was of a dark spruce with black latches with diamond shapes across the door, much like a medieval door to some extent. The wood looked fragile, that one wrong hit would shatter it completely but it was surprisingly sturdy. I guess that turn of phrase was correct, you should neverjudge a book by it's cover.

It was deadly silent in the manor, the only sounds coming from my guest and myself, the only people living inside the manor. I stood and brushed myself off, having sat there, mesmirised by the door, so long that I myself had started to collect dust. I smiled to myself as I heard the heavy breathing from my guest slow. Poor dear must've had a nightmare but they seem content now.

I walked towards the kitchen and started to grab ingredients for my famous soup. I chopped the ingredients, cutting myself several times which I cared little to none about, the only care I had was the fact that it got into the soup. I delicately picked up my guest's medicine and shook some into the soup, tapping my nail rhymically against it, creating a small tear in the label. I tutted to myself, put the medicine away and stirred everything together, carrying it to my guest.

I loved that I wasn't alone, no not anymore. When they arrived I rejoiced and ushered them into my estate with haste. I smiled wide as they looked apon me and was very greatful when I got their medicine but it made them very drowsy so I showed them to my guest room.

Returning to the here and now I opened the door and closed it behind me, seeing sratch marks on my precious wood doors. I sighed and tutted in remourse, my guest was having one of those moments again. I looked around the room and I saw them nowhere. I began to worry and placed the soup on the bedside table when I felt a strong blow to the back of my head, I crumpled to the floor, bleeding profusely from my head as I gave my last utterance.

"You ungrateful guest".