Bound [Preview]
This particular night was beginning to feel
long. As the car was slowly traveling the grey worn out crumbled road
leading to unknown places, a thick heavy rain started to fall from
the sky. I’d be lucky if I arrived at the never before been
location of Meluna Manor by morning. Meluna Ludwell was my
great-great-Grandmother’s mother who passed away in the 1700’s,
who left this manor to my great-great grandmother, who didn’t want
it. So, of course it was put up for sale and since then it’s been
bought and sold repeatedly. Currently, it is owned by, Craig Issac. I
just so happened to have stumbled upon his contact information and
decided to see if I could stay there while I’m away on a business
trip in Twin Falls, Idaho. To my surprise, he was more than happy to
let me stay at his Manor while I was visiting in Idaho for the week.
The rain slowly began to stop so suddenly, which I found strange.
Does the weather always begin and end so abruptly? I should keep note
of this and ask Mr. Issac when I arrive. For the past two hours I
haven’t seen any other cars on the road. Again, I find this a bit
odd since Twin Falls is one of the largest cities here in Idaho.
Castleford is right next to Twin Falls so you’d think that there
would be some sort of traffic, but then who usually has to drive at 3
in the morning?
At four o’clock in the morning is when I finally made my arrival
to Meluna Manor. I made sure to drive slowly to take in the view.
There were many oak, pine, and evergreen trees surrounding the drive
up to the manor. Craig Issac definitely seems to keep up with the
grounds, for the driveway looks freshly paved. When I reached the
mansion, I stopped the vehicle in awe at the place. It looked as big
as a high school, no the white house, but bigger! The exterior is of
brick and stone with architecture from French and Italian buildings.
There were little angel statues outside of the big wooden door with
metal panels. The door looked like it was from medieval times. You
know, people dressed in clothing that should have been in fairytales
with caterpults and gypsies and palm readers. I never really
understood why people believed in that sort of stuff. But without all
the technology that we have here in the 1990’s, I guess I would
have believed in anything to take my mind off of being bored. I got
out of my car and gathered up my belongings and walked to the front
door and rung the doorbell. The doorbell wasn’t your average ring,
it was more like a tune, which I cant even explain; It’s sort of
majestic and angel-like, like these statues.