I had to describe and emotion by describing a place. Hopefully I communicate well. If not, eh...it's my blog, my rules.
"The old door hung loosely on its hinges as the harsh wind blew a chill through the dilapidated house. The molding sofa in the living room had battle scars that told tales of better times. Torn curtains clung tightly to rods framing the cracked glass windows. It was an almost pitiful attempt at beautifying the house. The stairs leading up to the second floor complained about its back as one moved up and down them. The bathroom was accessible only by dodging holes in the termite-infested floor of the second level. The rusted pipes creaked and moaned while a constant drip sang back up in the sink. The shower was missing tiles and resembled a murder scene in an Alfred Hitchcock movie. The master bedroom was the worst of them all. Nothing was left but an old bureau. The closet had been ransacked, and the bandits left many coats, dress, and slacks behind to speak of their accomplishment. Dim rays of sunshine clawed their way through the holes in the roof. Weathered wallpaper hung its head as it stood against the wall. It was almost impossible to make out any images that may have shone in the mirror due to the thick layer of dust and pigeon droppings that covered it. Going back down the elderly stairs to the kitchen, the halls cried out in anguish at their existence. The kitchen was nothing more than a black hole in a cloudy night sky. The house sat empty, waiting, watching, dying."
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