Murder - part 1

the dark spread quickly over the expansive lawns of Brashwood Manor. The oak trees, which lined the long driveway, stood like dark sentinels watching over the old house. there was a rose garden off to the right of the building, and on the left the horses in the stables were snickering quietly. The house itself was a sprawling Georgian mansion, with generously large proportions to everything, the large sash windows, the sweeping steps upto the equally large door. green ivy crawled all over the body of the house merging it further into the lush green surroundings. There was two balconies to the house, one built with the original house was currently being used as a roof garden, the other was built upon the top of the more modern annexation to the house. Nothing stirred in either of them. All the windows were dark, as the nightlife rustled, hooted and scraped in the background. All was peaceful.

A man climbed over the wall into the grounds and dropped to the grass behind the rose garden with a soft thump. He stood stock still as he took in the surroundings.

(Ignore my first post, this blogs going to be a novel called Murder, its plot is going to be a study in improvisation...wish me luck)