The Riddle Of Riddles

Chapter 3

So there it was, i was stood in the hallway to my Grandmas. I looked around: nothing was different but everything had changed. The rug on the floor was worn in the middle, battered through use; the pictures on the wall were bleached by sun light, their true beauty lost forever; the table, covered in scratches and piled high with unopened post.

Every item had one thing in common: Dust. It covered everything, making the object look old. I looked up. The once magnificent chandelier hung above my head. Now dull with dust and homing many spider webs.

I walked in to the lounge looking above the fire place expecting to see the beautiful painting that my Grandad had done of my Grandma when they were both very young, but instead i was greeted with disappointment. The painting was hanging askew and The paint had begun to crack and fade in the light. A wave of emotions flooded me. Anger. Disappointment. Frustration. But mainly sadness.

It was then that this horrible nightmare finally sunk in. This wasn't my Grandmas house anymore. It was just a collection of empty rooms. No soul. No spark. No life. She was gone. She was never coming back. She had left me and Scott.

I hadn't even realised that i was crying, never mind curled up on the floor, until Scotts hug pulled be back from my thoughts. We sat for a moment and then looked at each other. He was crying too. "We can do this, i know we can!"