The House | 100-Words Daily

#002

The morning light crept through an open window like an uninvited guest waiting to be greeted. But the house slept on.

By the afternoon, when the sun shifted like sand beneath the feet of a child running towards their mother, not a sound could be heard from within.

Finally, the sun shied away for the night. Wind waved goodbye to the curtains, and stillness fell.

Suddenly, the moon shone forth from behind dark clouds. The house creaked. Doors opened. Lights turned on. Laughter filled the air. 

It’s the hour of madness and mayhem. 

Time to wake and scare the night.