I left the bungalow after breakfast with Russell tagging along beside me. When I had left, Aunt Sally just mumbled a bye while she looked at men's profiles on dating websites. I didn't realise how different her and my mom were.

The day was slightly more overcast and juxtaposed the colourful bungalows. But the mansion was the cloud's friends.

I managed to get to the gate without any of the boys noticing I was there. I didn't see them today. Probably chasing another innocent victim.

We eventually arrived at the mansion. Should I have felt scared? I didn't. Neither did Russell. He didn't cower behind me like he normally does when he's scared. But there was nothing scary about the mansion. It almost looked like a home to someone with the displays in the front garden. The home to an unknown ghost.

I walked along the gravel path. I found it hard not to admire the masterpieces as I walked towards the front door. The wood looked old and rotten. There was a big door knocker hanging from the wood, old and untouched for ages.

I looked around to make sure no one else was around. I was sure this was trespassing.

I had to take in what was inside. Before me was a huge, spacious room. On the other side was a conveyer belt with strange metal shaped objects attached to it. Everywhere was covered in dust. Russell began to whimper.

"Come here," I said and picked him up. I kissed him and held him to me. I wasn't scared yet.

Then I noticed the long staircase. I took the staircase. The sound of my shoes echoed through the empty room. It was eerily quiet.

I noticed another stairway when I got to the top. It was only a small staircase. Then I entered another room. It looked more like an attic, with creaking wooden floorboards. But what caught my eye the most was the massive hole in the roof. I could see the clouds through the hole, menacing as they were when I walked here.

"How odd," I said.

Russell began squirming and his head was pointed in a particular direction. I put him down and he ran towards a fireplace. Intrigued even more, I followed Russell. The fireplace contained a small bed which looked unused. But what disturbed me a little more than the small unused bed which looked like it had belonged to a child was what was stuck around the fireplace. Cut outs from various magazines and newspapers decorated every last space that had been there. But who would do this? Why was there a bed here? Had this been a child's bed and these cut outs were something to remember them by?

I know that I had come here to take pictures. But I wasn't sure if I was ready to take pictures yet. It seemed too…odd. Surely if someone who had lived here wouldn't have left so soon. The cut outs seemed recent. Aunt Sally would have told me if something had happened. Then again, she probably would not care.

In a haste to leave, I picked up Russell and turned to leave. But in my haste, I tripped over my laces that had come undone. My head slammed the wooden floor. My head turned into a throbbing pain. My glasses were no longer on my nose. Through my blurred vision, I saw a dark figure coming towards me. Then everything went black.