Armand and Edith's Story

‘Armand! Where have you gone?’ said Edith from a cobbled path as Armand was hidden in the nearby undergrowth, before she continued jokingly, ‘Stop it!!’

A slim, long haired young man with hazel eyes pounces on his wife-to-be from bushy, tall winter plants with luscious leaves which fell over the network of historical walkways. Edith was very pretty with long blonde hair, a sporty green sweatshirt and blue jeans. They enjoyed the mid summer evening, with much laughter, at a stately home back garden in a town called Maybury. Edith had a very rich family.

The path wound through a forest like area, and past a stone sculpture with a large bird bath surrounded by a stone circle. Then there was an ancient stone wall at the back of the trees and shrubbery, which the path joined alongside. The pair of them danced alongside before being stopped suddenly in their tracks.

‘Where does that lead Armand?’ said Edith in a calmed voice follow-ing the previous excitement.

‘I don’t know…’ Armand replied. He noticed that the flight of stone steps, they were looking down, seemed quite dilapidated with loose steps. He put one foot on the top step, coated in moss, and part of it dislodged before falling all the way to the bottom.

They stood at the top unknowing, before Edith added ‘Why don’t we take a look down?’

The two of them went down the stone steps, before entering a wooden door which had yellowy light seeping through from the other side.