Frankenstein's House
She left the main street behind and turned comfortably into a side path.
Evening had fallen and his blue-black coat was swinging over the houses. A gentle wind carried the noises of the always hectic metropolis.
Even though she was tired, her feet hurt and the smell of the kitchen had seared into her clothes, she was quite satisfied. A long day at work meant less time for other things. It sounded paradoxical, but those days felt almost like a little free time.
She hastily pushed down the panic feeling that was rising within her and concentrated on her whistling. With her hands clasped in the back of her head, she walked along the deserted street until it finally came into view:
An immanent, two-story building with white wooden paneling, lattice windows, a green mid-roof, which was decorated with a yellow-gold contour that merged with numerous rain gutters, which in turn meandered down the facade and the girders of several balconies. The wall lighting dipped the facade on the ground floor and the first floor in a yellow shine. A cozy, orange-yellow glow fell on the street through some windows and from the entrance area.
She couldn't help but look the house up and down when she stopped in some distance in front of it. An iron gate blocked her way.
It looks so... homely. Inviting. Or?
There was no answer from her feelings.
She took a deep breath. A strange, new smell scratched her consciousness, but immediately vanished again. Her fingers carefully slid over one of the cold bars.
Suddenly one of the corners of her mouth rose. A feeling of elation rose up inside her.
Well, let's go.
She entered the property and walked towards the front door. Captured by the light of the lamps, she peeked through the glass for a moment. Another deep breath, and her inner excitement sparked almost to ecstasy.
She quietly unlocked the door and stepped into the house. The home of the headmaster and her employer.
Frankenstein's house.