Always a Sad Shadow
Three years passed by since the grisly discovery at the old Clergue estate. The house had been forsaken this time, left to rot by itself . . .
. . . Rotting.
The garden out in the front yard had soon grown into a tangled jungle that blocked the wretched place from view. The people who drove by down the road were relieved at the prospect of NOT having to look at the place. By now everyone knew the story.
He, it, sidled along down the dark corridors. They were truly empty now.
What a blessed relief! Oh to be rid of those horrid reminders. But now that the ghosts of the past had vanished, he was all alone.
Atonement. Once seeming ridiculous, it was now an unattainable dream. He would always be a sad shadow. He would creep along in the dark, afraid to show himself to the light of day.
Then he would rot.
Alone . . .
A soft rumbling caught his attention. Looking in the direction of the noise, Axendough let out a soft hiss.
Not alone anymore . . .