An untouched, lonesome homestead, forgotten and abandoned as far as the wider world knew, stewed and brooded in languishing silence. Ever since the doors in this mausoleum had closed for the last, it had festered in the choking clasp of ever-increasing discontent. A thick, musty odour had seeped into the furniture, the walls, the carpets, like the presence of a deep untold history imparted over the many decades, and with all the telltale signs of a wilting spirit of ages past right at its heart.
In this place it seemed; memories lingered and cried out for life. Cry, there was a sound that spoke out to fill the whisper quiet room, where dust had muffled long forgotten voices that dwelled in the deep recesses of wood and mortar.
The cry, as it turned out, came from the long unbreached front door of the house. A wavering growl came from its hinges, that faltered in its track and softened to a whimper in time with the door's gentle swing.
Amy Rose hadn't been expecting that kind of greeting when she dared to embark upon the house. She jumped back slightly, as if anticipating some vengeful spirit of the past come to claim her life. When at long last she plucked up the courage to open her eyes and take her first cautious steps inside, a strange sense of familiarity crept over her. This wasn't a surprise to the young hedgehog. She had known about this place ever since she was 6. But to actually experience the rush of being in such a dank relic of her ancestors was something else.
On the left was an opening that led towards an array of bookshelves in a sheltered part of the house. On the right, the interior opened into what must have been a living room, which the sunlight happily poured into through the massive window on the far side. And straight ahead there lay the first steps of a staircase. The height at which they rose was enough to put doubt into even the merriest of hearts. But Amy was nothing less than a willing explorer. She would face all challenges as they came her way, no matter what. It only remained to decide on her course.
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