My Haunted Story
Cody Wesche
Alvena CainCampbell
British Literature
September 25, 2014
As I stood, gazing at the dilapidated house. I shivered, as though, ice had replaced my spine. The cold air enveloped my entire body. The multiple layers of clothing could not protect against the deathly cold. The walkway leading up to the house was cracked. Weeds and dandelions poked out from these cracks. Red roses had grown wildly in thick batches by the gate.
The moonlight cast a ghoulish glow on the house. Vines formed a twisted maze upon the side of the house, reaching their tentacles towards the roof. The house's walls showed black decay from neglect. Splotches of original paint hinted at the house's former prosperity. Cobwebs covered the corners of the doors, with tiny black spiders threading towards their prey. The house is fit for the kings and queens of the supernatural. The door begrudgingly creaked open. A musty, dank odor creeped into my nose. The house was dead silent except for the intermittent creaks and moans. Black and brown mold dotted the ceiling in clusters, evident of rain seeping through the roof. I quietly entered the dark living room. Windows covered with grime and dirt, the calm moonlight struggled to penetrate the darkness in thin thread rays. Sharp shadows roamed around the room. The sofa and chairs overturned revealing deep grooves on the ground where they used to sit. Wallpaper lay curled on the floor. Picture frames hanged offcentered. A misplaced grand bookcase stood at the corner of
the room, undisturbed for a long time. Selecting the correct book would reveal a secret doorway into a labyrinth. I made my way back into the hallway, a glimmer of light came from behind a door. I approached and opened the door. I had reached the bathroom. The single window was mildly dirty, a flood of light flowed into the room. Dust swirled around the room as I made my way inside. The medicine cabinet mirror lay shattered in pieces on the floor
Alvena CainCampbell
British Literature
September 25, 2014
As I stood, gazing at the dilapidated house. I shivered, as though, ice had replaced my spine. The cold air enveloped my entire body. The multiple layers of clothing could not protect against the deathly cold. The walkway leading up to the house was cracked. Weeds and dandelions poked out from these cracks. Red roses had grown wildly in thick batches by the gate.
The moonlight cast a ghoulish glow on the house. Vines formed a twisted maze upon the side of the house, reaching their tentacles towards the roof. The house's walls showed black decay from neglect. Splotches of original paint hinted at the house's former prosperity. Cobwebs covered the corners of the doors, with tiny black spiders threading towards their prey. The house is fit for the kings and queens of the supernatural. The door begrudgingly creaked open. A musty, dank odor creeped into my nose. The house was dead silent except for the intermittent creaks and moans. Black and brown mold dotted the ceiling in clusters, evident of rain seeping through the roof. I quietly entered the dark living room. Windows covered with grime and dirt, the calm moonlight struggled to penetrate the darkness in thin thread rays. Sharp shadows roamed around the room. The sofa and chairs overturned revealing deep grooves on the ground where they used to sit. Wallpaper lay curled on the floor. Picture frames hanged offcentered. A misplaced grand bookcase stood at the corner of
the room, undisturbed for a long time. Selecting the correct book would reveal a secret doorway into a labyrinth. I made my way back into the hallway, a glimmer of light came from behind a door. I approached and opened the door. I had reached the bathroom. The single window was mildly dirty, a flood of light flowed into the room. Dust swirled around the room as I made my way inside. The medicine cabinet mirror lay shattered in pieces on the floor