Dearest Mother,
I apologise for the dismally short and, I imagine, quite confusing letter that I assume you recieved a week ago. I suppose you must be wishing for further explanation in this latest update. I must admit, I am a little hesitant to elaborate. I shall, however, try my best.
You see, upon arrival to this land I was quite charmed. It is a most peculiar place after all! All the grass here is lime green, the sun is bright blue - there is a huge grin upon it's face for the whole day! - and the clouds have purple faces, they're always making the most amusing expressions.Yes, the land here is quite lovely and I'd be quite happy living here if only it weren't for my house. Oh, and you must know why. Here let me picture it for you.
First, the roof is made of bright angry red tiles, and the walls are built from an almost pallid looking white brick. The windows, although all the lights may be turned off on the inside, are always glowing a sickly yellow when viewed from outside. This isn't even the most disturbing of the features of my house! Oh, mother, the door. There is no doorknob, it simply sweeps open when it is approached with the intention of leaving. At the top of it there is a set of huge, ugly black teeth. Yes mother, teeth. My house has fangs!
And still, this isn't the most terrifying part. for you see mother, when I am sitting quietly by the fire-place with a good book or a piece of sewing, or when I am tucked into bed ready to sleep, I am absolutely certain that I can hear the voice of my house. Whispering and muttering things, and laughing at me! I don't know how I have managed to sleep at all since I moved here, as it is quite distressing.
I know what you're thinking now, you're thinking that I'm just letting my imagination get away from me and that I'm telling stories, but let me assure you Mother. This is most definitely not the case.
Oh well, believe what you will, but I'm afraid that this is all for now.
Lots of love, sincerely,
Quivering Elaine.
I apologise for the dismally short and, I imagine, quite confusing letter that I assume you recieved a week ago. I suppose you must be wishing for further explanation in this latest update. I must admit, I am a little hesitant to elaborate. I shall, however, try my best.
You see, upon arrival to this land I was quite charmed. It is a most peculiar place after all! All the grass here is lime green, the sun is bright blue - there is a huge grin upon it's face for the whole day! - and the clouds have purple faces, they're always making the most amusing expressions.Yes, the land here is quite lovely and I'd be quite happy living here if only it weren't for my house. Oh, and you must know why. Here let me picture it for you.
First, the roof is made of bright angry red tiles, and the walls are built from an almost pallid looking white brick. The windows, although all the lights may be turned off on the inside, are always glowing a sickly yellow when viewed from outside. This isn't even the most disturbing of the features of my house! Oh, mother, the door. There is no doorknob, it simply sweeps open when it is approached with the intention of leaving. At the top of it there is a set of huge, ugly black teeth. Yes mother, teeth. My house has fangs!
And still, this isn't the most terrifying part. for you see mother, when I am sitting quietly by the fire-place with a good book or a piece of sewing, or when I am tucked into bed ready to sleep, I am absolutely certain that I can hear the voice of my house. Whispering and muttering things, and laughing at me! I don't know how I have managed to sleep at all since I moved here, as it is quite distressing.
I know what you're thinking now, you're thinking that I'm just letting my imagination get away from me and that I'm telling stories, but let me assure you Mother. This is most definitely not the case.
Oh well, believe what you will, but I'm afraid that this is all for now.
Lots of love, sincerely,
Quivering Elaine.
