Hulga's Short Story: The Haunted House

The old barn was gloomy, but the light of the sun came gleaming in through the cracks of the barn, and made the straw glimmer like little tiny bits of gold. The shingles were in disrepair, however, the structure was sturdy, and the wood that surrounded it was worn with age, but it gave it character. Similarly, hay covered the floor as if it was a shield from danger. Hulga stood in the middle of the barn with her hands on her hips, looking toward the posterior of the barn at the ladder leading up to the loft romanticizing about Pointer and how their passions will ignite. Comparatively, hay covered the floor of the loft which set the prospect of love like a candle lit room. As well as, there being no animals in the barn which gave it a look of
The only thing she can do now is just use her brains after all she has a PHD and surely she can out smart a man with no education. While deep in thought straw started falling down from the roof of the loft and she heard a faint found like the chirping of a bird, but there was no bird in sight and all of a sudden a mouse fell down on her and landed on her face. He sniffed her face and creeped down in her clothes, all she could do was just lay there, and then after about 5 minutes the mouse crawled back up and started licking the blood on her arm so she just laid there fixated on the mouse licking the blood on her arm the actions of the mouse dominated the thoughts in her mind and the pain that her body was in became an afterthought. Meanwhile, the silence in the loft was interrupted once again this time by the stirring of Pointer. He was waking up out of a deep sleep. Her body started trembling and her teeth started chattering, she tried to pretend to be asleep, but her body couldn’t stop