Kristin Scarbrough

Before

The old stone slabs stood tall in some places, short and broken in others, a crumbling mass that only barely resembled the manor home it once was. The roof had collapsed in recent years, though the house itself had been abandoned so long before that no one knew how long it had actually stood empty. When the roof had finally gone, it revealed a winding staircase to nowhere, reaching up into the sky, like an alien tree.