davidanaandrake

Screamers will scream The place smelled like a public toilet: of the poorly maintained variety.  Jacob turned his nose up at the disgustingly damp corner and backed away.  The floor was covered with debris and rotting things he really didn't want to identify.  On one wall there was a single battered window.  Vines pushed through the broken glass and curled up and around the frame into the mouldy ceiling.  It was a strange thing to see the wild from outside in what had once been a family home.  A twist of rusted metal and springs under the window seemed to have once been a bed frame.