Chapter One

It’s like it’s alive. It’s almost like it has a pulse. The longer you stare at it the more your eyes play tricks on you, and you start seeing it slowly inhale and exhale. When the wind blows it’s as if you are feeling its breath wisp over your flesh. Leaving you with giant goosebumps and
a shiver up your spine. You even get the vibe of having to look over your shoulder as if someone or something is towering over you. Uncomfortableness. Uneasiness.

The scent of wet stone, musty-like hints in the air and rotting wood takes over as you step closer. Something so grand but still so putrid. As you eyeball every square foot you can feel all the feels. It gives you mixed feelings. Feelings of wonder and curiosity. Then, feelings of
darkness and tragedy. One moment you are just mesmerized by its character, charm, and elegance. Those feelings merge off quickly with very negative feelings. Feelings of betrayal, pain, and intense drama.

The windows are like eyes staring into your soul. The massive front door being the mouth of a monster. To go in or not to go in. What unique and beautiful things does this place hold still? What spine-chilling or peculiar things does it hold? There’s only one way to find the answers to what appears to be a beautiful disaster. That’s to walk through the monster’s mouth.