EyePatchedLime

The chair sat in the centre of the room, solitary and foreboding. For years it had been left alone and was now grey and dusty, changed from its once dark brown and polished self. The once smooth surface was chipped and cracked with age. The legs had left marks on the floor and the previously sturdy arms now hung with missing screws and splintered planks. The walls surrounding the chair were in no better shape. Dull, peeling wallpaper covered the top half of the stout walls and wooden planks wrapped around the bottom. No heating left the air chilled and the small window in the far right corner bitter to touch. The faint smell of damp and negl