The Once lived in Space.

The Room was once inhabited by people, animals, and guests. There would be movie nights, parties, and all sorts of lively events that made the room come alive. It was nicely decorated, and there were always people in and out.

As the years went on, the room remained a space for celebration. Laughter and love continued to fill it.

Until one day, everything changed.

The French doors to the space were locked. There were whispers that the room had to be left as it was, for the old owner in the house wanted it to be left that way. Even after the family was gone. As time went on. The room became less vibrant and less colorful. The paint began to chip, and the furniture started to collect dust. The room became a shell of the happy space it once was. With the windows closed, there was no more natural light, and the plants, one by one, dried up, wilted, and died. Flies made the room their home and breeding ground. As did the rats that chewed holes through the walls. Dirt and grime began to build up. The once nice space began to rot as if it were old food and not a place that once held so much life.

The only inhabitants became the rats and the bugs. The floors and walls became rotten. A roof leak let rain and snow drip in, staining the floors and walls a dark brown shade. The rug also became water-damaged and soaked through the once-new hardwood flooring. The doors stayed locked. There were whispers of possible repair, but it never came. The room stayed empty. The new people wanted to make that room their own. They decided against it when they realized the cost of repairs and the possible replacement of all the damaged items left inside.

The people who now lived in the house were curious as to what the room held and what stories it might tell of the family that once occupied that room.

But the space stayed locked as if the secrets could easily slip through if the doors were to be opened.

So it was left as it was.

As time went on, the room continued to deteriorate, and the damage grew. mold and termites began to chew the wood.

The room was no longer a space for joy, love ,celebration, sadness, or hope.

It became a space of forgotten memories lost to the vacuum of time and damage, despair, and loneliness. It became a space that was no longer valued. like the people that once lived in its four walls. Everything about this room now only held negative things, no happiness; it was all bleak and dark inside, like a depressed man's soul when his life no longer has any meaning. Spiders also made the room their home. Webs appear in as many roof corners as possible.

The room's paint became so chipped and rain-damaged that no one could tell the original color of the wall. No more vibrant colors or natural light to make the room sparkle and come to life as it had once done for the people who had lived there all those years ago. Now the room sat untouched, unused, and unloved. left to rot on the first floor of a four-bedroom house. The overall energy of the space became spooky and seemingly haunted. The children of the new owners called it the haunted room.

It was haunted but not by ghosts.

It was haunted by the memories it held.

the love it once contained

the good, the bad, and everything in between.

was left to rot and wither away.

Like the family who once lived there did.