The Man In White (part 2)
A lone make-less, golden car careens wildly around a ninety degree angle section of paved roadway, in the process narrowly missing a lone animal slinking along the desolate roadside edge. A hubcap shakes loose and propels off the road into the encroaching, gnarled vine-snared treeline.
The driver laughs wildly, drumming his hands upon his steering wheel as the other passengers either join him in drunken laughter (mostly the other two male youths) or (girls of about the same age) scream from the near wipe-out.
Of a sudden though, their laughter cuts short as they screech to a dead halt, having finally arrived at their intended destination. The group of teenaged, drunken youths seem to visibly sober up as they peer through the cracked windshield and beyond through the wooded treeline to a long forgotten, brick house.
It’s windows long since boarded up, creeper vines criss-cross upwards and through anything in their path to the sky above. The shingled roof sags in sections, failing to uphold its end of the bargain to shelter any within. A heavy mist drapes itself around the abandoned house’s base as if to protect or hide something more ancient beneath its foundations.
There’s no mistaking this house, though once a fine mansion and estate, has palled to all but the bitterest outcast of souls. And perhaps those with the greatest sense of adventure and bravery, however briefly their spirits may be bolstered…
