A Haunted House
One dark creepy night a haunted house caught my eye. I was a long way from home so I pulled in the driveway and walked to the porch, I noticed the doors were old and broken. I also noticed the owner must have abandoned the house a long time ago. As I walked through the broken black door. I saw furniture covered with sheets, dirt, and dust everywhere. I could smell the dust on the furniture and the smell of the dead. Just then the light began to flicker on and off. I knew I wasn't alone. A cool breeze blew against me. Then a soft, low voice said, "Get out!" I slowly walked toward the creaking door and ran down the street.
Mrs. Occhicone's Class | Pocantico Hills School
created by Terry Hongell 10/04