I had previously only seen the mansion from the road, the faded glory only a glimpse behind the fence and trees. I knew that back in the day it was meant to be seen as a sign of wealth. We were sneaking in the back way.
“Are you sure nobody watches this?”
“Positive. Nobody will mess with their security.”
We entered the mansion in the pitch dark.
“You contradicted yourself there.”
“So, if nobody watches the place, what’s their security?”
A glow met us at the end of the hall. It resolved itself into a decomposing woman.
— — —
Word count = 99
The photo is close to what I had in mind as the Goode Mansion in the novel I am currently serializing as the series, The Old Mill. This story is based on that series….