This time the prompt has been borrowed from Five sentence fiction.
Where there’s smoke there’s fire.
The house stood still, lines still beautiful despite the time it had stood abandoned; uncared for by time or man.
Disrepair was predominate; for the longest time no one dared set foot inside the place where tales of ghouls and ghost abound.
Abandoned and far from a watchful eye, it became a den; littered with scavenged furniture – chairs, rugs and a mattress that was spare.
The site was chaos – cans, wrappers and stains that shouted of the wild abandon that came with youth; complete with sounds that could wake the dead.
The owner stirred from his coffin; it was his turn to engage in unruly abandon now.