Random writing no. 14 (The Key...)

I turned the key.

I stood there thinking that maybe I shouldn't open the door. That maybe I should just run away. Back into that moonlit night of early August.
But I can't. I just can't. The temptation is far too strong.

I hear the lock open. Slowly I remove my key. How long have I had this?
It's an old key. Solid brass. It's surface scratched and tarnished.
I haven't looked at this metal effigy of my past in years. I don't know why. For a long time I just couldn't bear the site of it.

And here I am now, with it still in my hand. I could have buried this key. Thrown it away. Tossed it into the ocean...
Yet I didn't. I just put it away in a drawer. An ordinary drawer. No ornate box or treasure chest for this key. No. As special as it is I simply put it away with my other things. As if it were actually just an ordinary item...

But it's not. Not at all. This key is special. And now here I am. Actually using it. I can't believe it...

The door creaks open. I don't think anyone's been in here for years. It's an old manor. It has stood at least two centuries. Or so I am told. And it has stood empty for decades. Well, not entirely.

I can't tell you who gave me this key. I promised... And I always keep my promises. To tell you the truth, I'm not sure if I really remember where I got it anyway.
I'm not sure if it even matters.
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As I step into the main hall I can hear the floorboards creak under my feet. It's much cooler in here than it is outside. And musty too.
There's alot of dust, but not nearly as much as I expected. The furniture isn't all that old. I suppose it was replaced years ago. Back when someone still actually cared.
Well, I care now. Why not? I have the key right? It might as well be my home.
And I know... Someone's in here.
I know just who it is...