Short Gothic / Horror Setting Story

The old, pot-holed, cracked tarmac road winds through the dense forest of skeletal trees that never seem to have any colour to them; no leaves, no flowers, and all that lays on the forest floor is dead twigs and leaves. The road is thin and covered by a layer of dull, dead leaves that never move, even if there is a strong gust of icy wind. At the end of the labyrinth track, there lies a desolate manor house. The windows are smashed or have countless cracks in them that interconnect to form an imitation of a spider's web; they weave in and out of each other. The rusty iron gate, with an intricate Victorian design, slowly creaks open. The screech of the gate echoing through the endless skeletal forest. It seemed as if the gate was inviting you in. Like it was forcing your curiosity to overwhelm you and take over every sense, every nerve. You step in, tentatively, then CLANG, the iron gate suddenly shuts, trapping you with whatever wants you to be there. The curiosity subsides and fear takes over in tsunami-like waves, drowning you, making your thoughts go fuzzy, making everything blurry. You manage to pull through the ocean of emotions and are now left prisoner to your own mind.