The nature's nuisance, the mansion of memories and, the beginning of our story...

The wind roared and the moon hid behind the clouds. The stars dimmed and the cats purred. The sky thundered and the friendly banter amongst the locals came to an abrupt end, followed by goodbyes. Houses were secured with padlocks and the lamps were put out. As the darkness prevailed, the town fell into a state of utter silence and the derelict mansion on the outskirts enraged to life.
The windows swung in sync and the vines coiled. Candles that had been blown out with a sigh of sorrow lit up again but, with pleasure this time. The pale shadows of figurines danced on the walls, and the piano decided to play a humble melody. As the glass shattered all around the mansion, the roof ripped itself apart and the clock rang, signifying the moment of midnight. Rain poured down, the wooden boards creaked in plea and the mahogany furniture boasting class was left soaked in the tears of thee.
The mansion was now rumbustious yet, elegant. The wind whirled, and a book tumbled down the shelf only to lay open in pride, unaffected by the hideous menace of nature. As I leaned over the book to put it back in it's place, I couldn't help but smile because, the page that had been suavely lying open was none other than the one on which our story had begun.