The House

Me and Tara had finally made it to the house that we spotted from the shore. We were standing at the back of it and talking about the design of it.

"Well, you wouldn't see this kind of a house in Willow Creek that's for sure."

"I know," Tara replied. "It looks like a house that came straight out of a fantasy story."

Me and Tara examined the backyard. There was a workbench, plants, an area fenced off by stone to grow a garden, and a clothesline.

"Those are some really nice plants," Tara said as she stared at the plants that were sitting on a wooden thing.

"Yeah, they are nice, and so is the whole layout of the backyard," I replied. "Let's go see what the front of the house looks like."

Me and Tara went to the front of the house. There was a well, an old-looking mailbox, bushes, and a large tree. The house had cases of flowers attached to its medieval-style windows.

"Look at those flowers and windows, Ricky," Tara said. "They're so beautiful."

"Yeah, they look nice," I replied. "I also like the style and look of that mailbox."

"That mailbox also looks like something out of a fantasy story," Tara responded.

"Yeah, we definitely don't have those kinds of mailboxes in Willow Creek," I responded.

Me and Tara were standing outside the house and talking about what we've seen and heard so far since arriving in the world of the far past.

"I have to say that this is all getting pretty interesting," I said to Tara. "We've seen a circle of stone pillars, a man with a body of a horse, and now some kind of a fantasy-style house."

"Don't forget, Ricky," Tara replied. "Arthur also told us about a castle."

"Yeah, the castle," I said. "He also told us about a girl that looked like you who went missing."

"That was kind of startling to hear when he said that," Tara replied. "I wonder who that girl was and what happened to her."

"I don't know, but maybe we'll learn more about the details once we start exploring this place," I replied. "Anyways, let's knock on the door and see if anyone's home."

Well, I'm going to knock on the door to see if anyone's home. If someone answers, I hope they're friendly and not like those savages from the world of the future.