In a town near where I was born, there was a house, almost as old as time and as mysterious as time itself. It just stood there, for years that I myself can't count in one day. It just layed there watching the sun go down and the moon rise up for centuries. If it could speak, time itself wouldn't be a mystery to us all.

There was a time when a group of businessmen from the big city planned to turn it into rubble and put up a small building for a factory. The mayor declined, for it was one of the most treasured pieces of their town's history, it served as a tourist spot during the holidays.

There were numerous stories about the house, about skies being visible on the walls and a shifting stair that leads to unknown places. But the one most common story that I have heard through my generation and the one prior to it was that in every 20 years, a child would be trapped in a mysterious room with nothing inside it but a chair, a book and an antique grandfather's clock. This hasn't been proven so far, but there was a girl that people say has survived the stay in that room. She has a little scar circling her neck, and her face is so white which looks like no sunlight has hit it for years. Sometimes children would go to her and ask her to tell her a story. Her stories are like the ones you'd hear from a master storyteller. She tells it flawlessly. The adults that I have spoke to said that she is a writer, but some would joke and say that she came from the old house.

It has been some time since I visited my hometown, maybe today would be a great time to do so.
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