The ride takes a while as it is very secluded and far away from everything else. When you see it though, it can look like a tower above the green fields of crops that surround it. I get off the main road that leads partially to the house and get on the gravel path that leads to the entrance. The gravel is very bumpy and when I arrive my butt is extremely sore.

The house is surrounded by a tall stone wall. The only real way in is the front gate that is always open. I leave my bike at the gate and enter into the yard. The yard looks as much as I expected. There is major overgrowth as it looks like the plants have taken over everything. There are plants and weeds on the stone walkway, on the windows and seemingly coming down from what I can only assume were once gutters.

I stumble my way through the overgrowth trying to reach the front door. Along the way I fall down multiple times. I get bruised and scratched all over. I push through the pain and arrive at the front door. The door is wooden and is carved, it is very exquisite and looks like it depicts a battle between what I can only assume are two armies, pretty brutal for a front door.

“Okay so where is the keyhole?”

I look around the door to try and find any sort of place where I can put the key into. After a few minutes of searching I finally find the keyhole which is peculiarly hidden in the hilt of one of the general’s swords. I take out the key and quickly insert it into its place. It goes in smoothly and I turn it. The door gives out a big click, seemingly opening.

Satisfied, I push the door with one hand. The door does not give way and instead I almost run into the huge thing. Surprised, I use both hands to not much avail. The door gives way slightly, but not enough for me to squeeze through.

“Stupid door.”

Frustrated at this point, I use all of my might to open the door. After some effort, I am given enough room for me to comfortably enter. I give myself a figurative pat on the back and enter the house.

The interior looks very cluttered and messy. There is stuff everywhere, tables upturned, couches in random spots and the chandelier on the ground. I then look behind the door to see a mass of furniture is there. So that’s why it was so hard to open it.

Ignoring the clutter, I start to search the house. The layout of the house is kind of odd as I look around. The kitchen is on one end of the house and the room that appears to be the dining room is on the other. Bedrooms are in the basement and there is an entire room dedicated the swords, armor, bows. The library proves very fruitful though.

As I enter the library, I am greeted with shelves upon shelves of books. It is unnaturally organized for how cluttered the rest of the house was. Probably the last owner valued his books over the rest of his house. I start to quickly browse through the books and notice something odd. While there are books in English, Latin, Greek and Aramaic there are other books that are in a language that I have never seen. I decide to investigate this another day and look through the rest of the house.

The rest of the house is full of basic necessities until I go up to the second floor. When I reach the top of the stairs I am greeted with a single door that is chained shut. Beside it, there are bolt cutters and a note. I decide to pick up the note and read.

‘To whomever reads this, if you decide to open this door, you choose to forfeit everything you have known. Beware of the dangers beyond it, if they don’t break you instantly, over time they will tear you down.’

I put down the letter, confused. What kind of warning was that? It sounded more like an excerpt from a horror book. Ignoring the letter, I pick up the bolt cutters, intent on opening the door. The chain breaks easily and the door opens.

I am greeted to something that would look more realistic in an occult room rather than a second-floor house. In the room is a clutter candles, maps and wooden swords. What is up with this house and swords? This is America, not Europe or Asia. I enter the room and see at the other end of the room is a blue archway.