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From the first moment in which my father bought that house, I was not amused. We had never lived in the bush, where the only neighbors that you are more than forty miles, he had always lived in the city center. My old house was not a palace but it was quite nice and most importantly, I had my friends. The new house was large, old and dilapidated. When I opened the big iron gate, there was a sharp noise that startled me, coming into the garden I felt a sudden cold, despite being in the middle of August, it was as if the big trees, leaf litter on the ground and the big house caused a clammy atmosphere. Every step I took the leaves rustled, try to tiptoe but the noise was the same, just as strident. Before reaching the door of the big house I noticed the stone fountain , who had a nasty green water by stagnation, I went to the door, this was big, solid wood and black color with a big mouth of a lion which served to call.
Enter the house, the room had a spectacular entrance was almost as big as my old house, the floor was wooden and plaster walls were cracked and moisture by time and neglect of the owners.
My father who was leaning against the door I wonder:
- Do you like? It is great truth to ourselves.
With a subdued tone of voice said:
"Your mother sure would have liked, always dreamed of a house like this.
Silence invaded us both.
My mother died in a car accident, his last words were that he saw as he spoke with me by phone. The police said a car had dazzled the fog posts and my mother, who with a flick of the wheel went off the road and plunged over the cliff.
In the end I said to my father:
"Yes, I like, but must be repaired and cleaned thoroughly.
My father replied that if shaking his head and eyes brimming with tears and headed for the car to get our things, and I accompany him.
Upon entering the boxes to the house I realized that the entrance was a dusty mirror with a considerable height, leave the boxes on the floor and began to explore the house.
The room was left was a large room with stone fireplace, under the great savannahs found a very old sofa with wooden armrests, a wooden table for ten people and an old piano, tap one of the black keys keyboard that produced a deep sound that echoed through the room. I left that room and into the kitchen, was of stone and wood stoves were. I was beginning to think that the most modern of the house was the electric light bulbs. I left the kitchen and went upstairs, the stairs going up were also the wood creaked with every step as if it hurt him to the house every step, on reaching the top found six gates, arranged opposite each other and the end of the hall a window with a black rose. The first door was locked, but the opposite was open, between it and found a bed with a canopy of beautiful medieval style, a large wooden cabinet with three fingers of powder, I left the room disgusted by the thin air they breathed. I opened another door