The Remote House

Based on an old Celtic Legend, every 100 years, on the edge of Blackthorn forest, during a blue moon eclipse, a little, wooden house would appear. But as soon as the eclipse was over, as soon as the sun started shining onto the droplets of water as they slid off the auburn leaves, the house would disappear. No one knew where it went, how it was possible or even what was inside the house. Or at least, until now.

The girl with the raven hair and emerald eyes walked through Blackthorn forest. The night was young as a sole star shone in the sky and illuminated the woods. As Marie walked, she would step onto the autumn leaves, breaking the golden silence that surrounded her. At one moment she stopped, her eyes shone with fear and curiosity as she could see it, the legendary house, so close but yet so far.

She ran for what seemed like centuries and as she did, Marie had never felt so alive, so free and she loved it. She loved the wind as it brushed her hair with her cheeks, she loved the dew that slightly wet her boots as she ran on the grass.

When she reached the hut, she was surprised that instead of feeling relieved, she felt disappointed. I was almost over and in a few moments, she would be the one to uncover the ancient mystery that had haunted many generations before her.

But when she did finally open the door, she almost wished she hadn’t for she wasn’t prepared to what she was seeing. The smile that she never thought she would see again. The smile that she hadn’t seen in decades, as it vanished into the flames on that dreadful day. The motherly smile that had always made her feel safe, feel at home.

But now, no one would know the secret of The Remote House, for the girl vanished with it at dawn.