Peraguine

Your dad helped you get your luggage out of the car in a hurry, it was obvious he wanted to leave as soon as possible. You stood there, looking at the high, victorian building in front of you. It was peculiar, just like it’s people. You felt a weird sensation in your stomach that you couldn’t quite describe. Your dad gave you a pat on the back, “Good bye, call me sometime.”. “Yeah.”, you say, not looking at him. He left. Now it’s just you and the house. You ring the bell and it opens.