This story doesn't fit under any categories. It describes my stepbrother's real, kickass Ohio house. It's from the late 19th century and has an interestingly shaped top (third) floor because of the mansard roof. I'd honestly love to live there with one of my best friends while we get our respective shit together. I picture him sleeping in the small red-and-yellow pentagon-shaped one (that reminded of me of Sweeney Todd because the walls are at a crazy slant lol.) It's just across the hall-stair landing, really-from the one I really wanted to stay in.
We lived together on the top floor of Ben's Cincinnati house. He took the smaller, earth toned room and I of course took the wonderful, cool (as in temperature, but it was cool too) blue one. The wall set behind the big slant had a mysterious square door, about a yard up from the crowning, whose latch was fused shut with old paint. A small window was visible to the right when sitting on the bed. The curtain rod, bending above an ancient rusted radiator was comprised of small iron moons, stars, and curliques that hovered over pale gray curtains. The unusual structure of the roof that made the slants possible also made shadows casted, oddly enough, by the ceiling and walls themselves. The light passing naturally through the room during each hour was another story in itself.