The Night Was Cold

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She walks with grace.

Submitted: December 17, 2018

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The Night Was Cold

The night was cold as Roxanne approached the metal gates. She halted before them, contemplating their use for a moment, before raising a hand to the bars and melting them out of existence. She smiled as the liquefied iron dripped through her fingers and fell to the ground. The reaction passed along the iron and, as though laced with acid, began to deform and melt away. After studying her surroundings to male sure that there was nobody around, she moved forward, swiftly, but without the harsh, quick movements of a normal human.

A mansion stood on a hill, far away in the distance. Everyone in the small town of Millington knew who lived there, knew what had happened long ago. The Allison Residence had been something of a local legend and had been avoided because of it. Ever since the rumours began, nobody went near that house. It was said that it had been adorned by quite a wealthy family, however, was abandoned by the in the 18th Century. But the adults of the family soon found out that they had left behind something important and were obligated to come back. The night they returned to the house did not go as planned and the parents of Rosalie Allison were never seen again. Soon after their disappearance, little Rosey Allison came back to Millington with her parents' head maid, expecting only to go to their old house to get some supplies which had been left behind. Unfortunately, neither resurfaced after entering the old Allison house.

Roxanne walked with subtle grace. The door was painted a deep rich red and held a large brass doorknob. The house itself seemed slightly run-down; it's once-glossy coat was peeling, revealing old, tainted wood. Roxanne rose a hand and touched the brass handle lightly. She paused for a moment and then lifted the same hand to the middle of the door and knocked once. The door creaked open.



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