This story is told from the first person perspective (since I'm the one experiencing the dream). The story teller is a girl named Kay (that what the people in the dream called me.) who is supposedly on a trip with her friends.
The boat we were riding slowly steered itself between the tall cliffs that were flanking the river. Upon reaching the end of the ravine, I spotted a Victorian manor, standing tall near the edge of the cliff. Worn out, we oiled out of the boat and started walking towards the cream-coloured structure. As we trudged nearer, I noticed that the windows had different coloured curtains. The garden was well kept and yet the door and windows were closed. Alex knocked on the door and called out if anyone was in. After several tries, he stopped and turned to asked us if we should just go in. The sunny weather we experienced earlier was fading fast and storm clouds could be seen approaching. I clung onto Alice's arm and said that we need to get into some sort of shelter before the storm comes. The rest of us nodded and Nick carefully pushed open the door.
sorry for the short chapter. but this is seriously a trial run so plz read and review and tell me what you think ;)