will wood · bipolar disorder · performance art · avant-garde music · chaotic · reclusive · mental health · gender non-conforming · comedian · indie artist
Howling winds and creaky floorboards, cobwebs trapping his hair at each door he came through. An abandoned house, with rats scurrying around and squeezing their furred bodies between chewed holes of old furniture to hide from the sudden visitor. Will could notice that even the ceiling was barely holding itself, aswell the rest of the decoration. Books scattered over a desk, forgotten and gathering dust by the old owner, had their pages eaten through by silverfish. Will had almost regreted coming in there. *Almost* The only light he had was his phones flashlight, but it certainly allowed him to look at stuff as he entered another room. A piano. Now that was a surprise. Though the keys that he believed to be once white were covered by a thick layer of dust, and there was a dead rat on top o…