The door creaked open, a musty, rotten odour crept into his nose. The
house was dead silence except for the creaks and moans that would
come and go occasionally.

Black and brown mold can be seen on the roof, evidence of rain seeping through. He quietly entered the dark living room.

Windows covered with grime and dirt, the striking
afternoon sunlight struggled to penetrate the darkness in a thin thread of rays.

His house was in shambles, it felt like no one had been in that house
for years, but the more pressing matter for him was finding his
mother.

He searched through the house, the house had a large living
room, and with it a smaller space for dining with a kitchen attached to
it. The house design was elegant in a minimalist sort of way, yet still
echoed the natural world outside the house.

He searched around the house calling for his mother but no one
replied, just as he was looking around he heard muffled breathing
coming from the master bedroom and found his mother sleeping in
her bed, a sigh of relief...