As I opened the door to the creepy old haunted house on my street, I started

to think that maybe this wasn't such a good idea. I scolded myself for
wanting to turn back, and hesitantly stepped inside to explore. My brown hair
and dark brown eyes made me practically camouflage in the wood-paneled
foyer, except for my old grey hooded sweatshirt and comfortable red sweat
pants. I was average height for eleven, but I was still going to have to look
up to check for cobwebs. I had to clean my glasses because so much dust
had collected on them. My hair needed washed already because so much
dust has collected on it. As I walked through the doorway to my right, I
realized that this must be the formal fining room. An old, Victorian style table
with eight elegant chairs was obviously the focal point of the room, resting
on a beautiful green, gold, and red toned carpet. The hardwood flooring
around

it

coordinated

flawlessly

with

the

wainscoting,

which

came

approximately a third of the way up the elegant gold-painted wall. The vast
picture window was framed by a custom cabinet with a buffet coming to just
below the windowsill. My heart was pounding, and the room smelled dusty,
musty, and faintly of roses. On the table there was a large bouquet of red
roses, and eight green, red, and gold place mats. Another red rose, each in a
slender vase, sat at each place. I decided to look through the cabinet by the
window to see if anyone actually lived here. If someone did, I hoped they
were away. Suddenly, I heard something something behind me. GURGLE
GURGLE GURGLE! I swiftly turned around, but saw nothing. It was probably
just my stomach, I thought to myself. I kept sorting, but with no findings. Just
then, I saw a shadow in the reflection of the glass bolt across the room. I
jumped up and looked around, but still, nothing seemed suspicious, so I kept
sorting through the papers, but with my heart pounding, I was ready to go for
the door on a moment's notice. Without warning, I felt a paper towel, or
something like it, dragging on the back of my neck. I whipped my head
around, and when I saw an apparently not-so-dead mummy standing over
me, I jumped back and gasped. I almost started to run toward the door, but,
unfortunately, the Mummy was blocking the way. He must have been at least

six feet tall, towering over me like I would have towered over an ant.
Wrapped in something that seemed like gauze, or maybe paper towels, I had
no idea where he had come from. When I had jumped back, barely two
seconds ago, the glass doors of the cabinet had shattered. CRASH! I heard as
the glass fell on my legs. "OUCH!" I exclaimed. The mummy made a noise
that sounded kind of like he was trying to say, "Go away!" but I couldn't tell
because of the gauze that covered his entire being from head toe, with the
exception of his mysterious beady black eyes. These eyes glared down at me
with such an intensity that I could not stop myself from muttering, "Oops."
That was when I noticed what he had in his hand. It was a pure gold sword,
with a blade as long as my arm. He was obviously planning to decapitate me.
My eyes opened widely, and it felt as if I had completely lost control over my
body. I saw a loose end of his gauze covering flapping at his side. Without
thinking my risky escape plan through, I grabbed the loose end and tugged
with all of my might. When the mummy started to spin, I knew that he would
get dizzy and collapse, so i darted for the door. BANG! The door slammed
behind me, and I bolted down my street to get back home. "Phew!" I said as I
wiped the sweat off of my forehead. I spread out on my sofa, winded from
the running. As I lay there, I decided that later, I would tell my family about
my adventure. I felt very brave after defeating the mummy. I was dozing off
from my tiresome adventure, but my hope before I drifted off to sleep was
that some day I would be able to tell my children and grandchildren all about
the periluos adventure that I had experienced that day.