BobBrazeal
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I stand at the threshold. Lengthening shadows play on the floor of the long and darkening entryway. I step in. It is eerily quiet. At first all I hear is the tick-tock-tick-tock of the grandfather clock in the entry. I find that I'm not even breathing, as when I do, it becomes the loudest sound around me.
I take a few steps. The soft clop, clop of the soles of my shoes on the hardwood floor dominates the air. In other surroundings, I would have never even noticed their sound. I stop once more. The pale light from the door behind me cant penetrate the shadows coming from all around. The old boards creak and moan as I venture further. It is as if the shadows are alive and protesting my presence.
I stop once more to listen. Still the clock. If there are any sounds from outside, they refuse to follow me in. A pop to the left, a snap on the stairway in front of me; this place continues to settle even now. I am startled by the clock chiming the quarter hour. It is deafening yet the sound is so quickly swallowed by the emptiness that I wonder if I heard it at all. It is as if the room itself doesnt want to be reminded of the passage of time.
Standing here now, the impression is that there has been no mortal sole here for ages. It does not belie the fact that it was teaming with life such a short time ago.
Man it sure is quiet here on the Tech board when so many people are out of town!!!
I take a few steps. The soft clop, clop of the soles of my shoes on the hardwood floor dominates the air. In other surroundings, I would have never even noticed their sound. I stop once more. The pale light from the door behind me cant penetrate the shadows coming from all around. The old boards creak and moan as I venture further. It is as if the shadows are alive and protesting my presence.
I stop once more to listen. Still the clock. If there are any sounds from outside, they refuse to follow me in. A pop to the left, a snap on the stairway in front of me; this place continues to settle even now. I am startled by the clock chiming the quarter hour. It is deafening yet the sound is so quickly swallowed by the emptiness that I wonder if I heard it at all. It is as if the room itself doesnt want to be reminded of the passage of time.
Standing here now, the impression is that there has been no mortal sole here for ages. It does not belie the fact that it was teaming with life such a short time ago.
Man it sure is quiet here on the Tech board when so many people are out of town!!!
