Everyone says that the old house at the end of the road is haunted.

It
used to be the residence of a rich family but now none of them stays
there. So the house is vacant and uncared and the compound is filled
with over-grown weed and grass.the darkness was oppressive and there
was a strange soft whining noise coming from upstairs.Suddenly, there
was a loud crash from upstairs and the moans turned to screams.
High upon a lonely hill surrounded by a great dark forest, stood an
ancient, crumbling manor, known as the Haunted House. The windows
were all smashed and it looked like the house was used a long time ago
and was never used again. The font gates were as old as the hills. The
air became misty all of a sudden. The weather became cold and when
he looked towards the trees, it looked as if they were alive.the door
slammed shut behind him slowly the gloomy light started fading. I
wandered lonely through the towering oaks and I saw in the
distance a scrappy run down cottage. Thiscottage looked like
no one had been there for thousands of years.It stood in a
dark,misty, mysterious, spooky forest.The house stands
coiled between trees and it had minor fragments of glass
shattered on ground.As I scuttled forward touched the door
and it collapsed. So I tip-toed with my heart in my throat. My
thoughts and fears now started to spiral around my confused
head like a dangerous whirlpool and Iwasabsolutely petrified.
As I Stood still bats flew at me like jumbo jets.I started to
explore.I crept into the garden. It was like an overgrown
rainforest.The garden gate was hanging off its hinges.As I
raced forward the ground in the house was green with mould
and so were the walls.As I was getting hypnotised into going
deeper in the ghostly house you could hear a dim moaning
and it got louder and louder. We were in the room with a
screeching ghost which smelt like a dead rodent. There he
was staring at me was a bony,ragged old man.Old. Gloomy.
Creepy. It sits amongst trees that are dead, standing over an
overgrown yard. Shutters swing in the breeze, hanging on by
rusted hinges. The paint has chipped away. More shingles lie
amongst the weeds than on the roof. At least one window is
broken. Dark clouds always seem to hover over the house,
situated on a dead end street. My hand encircles the cold
brass knob and I turn it. The door creaks open and I tiptoe
inside. Inside, it smells musty. Everything creaks. The stairs
squeak underneath me.My breathing quickens as I continue
inside. I want to get upstairs as the stories all center on the
second floor. Should there be anything in this house, I know
I’ll find it there. The stairs squeak underneath me. I held my
breath with each step. Mostly in fear. Once I reach the
landing, I walk down the hallway. A dirty and tattered rug
covers the wooden boards. My heart beating faster and
faster. If something is in this house, I doubt it won’t hear me. I
stopped before a door, if I remember correctly, this is the
most haunted room. My breathing quickens as I continue
inside. I want to get upstairs as the stories all center on the
second floor. Should there be anything in this house, I know
I’ll find it there. The stairs squeak underneath me. I held my
breath with each step. Mostly in fear. Once I reach the
landing, I walk down the hallway. A dirty and tattered rug
covers the wooden boards. My heart beating faster and
faster. If something is in this house, I doubt it won’t hear me. I
stopped before a door, if I remember correctly, this is the
most haunted room. My breathing quickens as I continue
inside. I want to get upstairs as the stories all center on the
second floor. Should there be anything in this house, I know
I’ll find it there. The stairs squeak underneath me. I held my
breath with each step. Mostly in fear. Once I reach the
landing, I walk down the hallway. A dirty and tattered rug
covers the wooden boards. My heart beating faster and
faster. If something is in this house, I doubt it won’t hear me. I
stopped before a door, if I remember correctly, this is the
most haunted room. My breathing quickens as I continue
inside. I want to get upstairs as the stories all center on the
second floor. Should there be anything in this house, I know
I’ll find it there. The stairs squeak underneath me. I held my
breath with each step. Mostly in fear. Once I reach the
landing, I walk down the hallway. A dirty and tattered rug
covers the wooden boards. My heart beating faster and
faster. If something is in this house, I doubt it won’t hear me. I
stopped before a door, if I remember correctly, this is the
most haunted room. I
see a dark sky, dead trees,
and a horrible house. It looks haunted too. I can
see graves and a muddy path. When I stood in
it, it was so muddy, I almost got stuck. When I
looked up, I saw some windows, and one
window had a light on. The house was brown.
There were lots of shadow places outside the
house. I could hear the whistle of the wind.
Thunderstorms crashing, it was so loud, I felt
like I was going deaf. I could hear doors
creaking, ghosts wailing, and people screaming.
I smelt, disgusting gas, it smelt so bad, I felt like
I was going to faint. I could smell the gooey
mud,and the stench of the dead guys in the
graves.