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in the sitting room for tonight and I would worry about my future sleeping arrangements tomorrow.  My priority would be to unpack and clean at least some of the kitchen, as I did not relish the thought of eating or drinking out of any of the crockery in its current state.  But despite the years of neglect and decay, the house felt welcoming. I could even believe that I felt its embrace as I moved through each room and Mr. Chamber’s intuition was correct, I was the right person to breathe new life into Ravens Deep.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Three - In the Night
     
                  I made my way back down the stairs and a feeling of unreality settled over me.
                  Had I really been in London this morning?
                  It was hard to believe that now, because city life felt like a million miles away. A little later I turned my attention to unpacking the car, grateful that I had brought some basic supplies with me, because getting to and from Ravens Deep had proved longer than I had anticipated.  I would have to get used to driving the extra distance to get anywhere. Along with my few groceries, I had also thought to pack various items that I assumed I might have needed: candles, matches and a good torch.  Although I was relieved to find that I wouldn’t’t be forced to use them, except perhaps in an emergency.  Ravens Deep did have functioning electricity and I had quickly tested all of the taps, water ran through all of the plumbing.  I was being over anxious for I was certain that Mr. Chambers would have informed me if there had been no basic facilities. 
                  It was unclear when he had last paid a visit, I had assumed that it was months, but evidence suggested years. I never considered the possibility that the house had been completely abandoned, but it certainly appeared that no-one had even maintained or even entered into this building in a very long time.  I suddenly wondered what would become of this house when Mr. Chambers passed away, or if there were any living relatives.  Then it would probably become part of their inheritance, but maybe there was no-one, maybe it would just fall into ruin.
                  I had only been at Ravens Deep an hour or so, but already the house had given me a most peculiar feeling, as though I belonged here and that was something I had never experienced anywhere before. The very structure itself seemed to wish me to remain within its walls, and I felt disturbed at such a strange perception. I had never considered myself susceptible to energies of the paranormal, but I could not deny that from the moment I had stepped over the threshold I had been enticed by the heart and soul of the house. I smiled at my own interpretations, did houses have souls?  This one felt like it did and I wondered if Mr. Chambers would ever consider selling Ravens Deep.
                  “Probably not, it will get left to some relative,” I muttered, shaking my head. Then I questioned the sensibility of living out here permanently; although wonderful in the summer, it would be very isolated and lonely in the winter months.
                  A little later I threw all the windows wide open to get rid of the old and musty air, and reset the clock on the mantle which instantly filled the peaceful room with a constant reassuring tick. The house was already starting to feel alive again, and it wouldn’t’t take long to make this a beautiful place to live in, as it had been so long ago.
                  For the remainder of the afternoon and most of the evening, I dedicated myself to
    washing the china and crystal until they shone like new.  The years of neglect had left a tough grime on all the surfaces and floors, but undeterred by that fact, I cleaned and polished until the kitchen and its contents were transformed into