The Haunted House by Anna Mercina

I was walking down a pathway to a Haunted house. My dad was taking me trick or treating and I thought this was the perfect place to start. My dad waited for me in the car because he thought the house was intimidating. There were cobwebs, cracked gravestones, bones, skeletons, broken branches and pumpkins everywhere. I thought this house was decorated in a disturbing way. I heard screeching, howling and moaning coming from the inner part of the house. There was a clock on the top of the house. It read mid-night. I heard a sound. “AWOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH”, it had to be a werewolf! I was petrified, but I was brave. I knocked on the door. “TRICK OR TREAT”, I screamed in a frightful sound. The door opened. Nothing was there. Then, within a blink, a bloody, smelly, headless, rotten zombie was standing at the door. He had a knife smeared with blood all over it. Its eye was dangling out of its eye socket. I screamed “forget about the candy,” I ran away and hid behind a bush. The zombie came out of the house and started searching the streets for me.

I really didn’t care about the zombie. I thought it would be fun to have a few screams and have a look inside the house. I slowly stepped into the house. The only thing I saw was a little glass of a purple drink. I wanted to drink it. I had a sip of that stuff. Within a blink, I saw zombies, ghosts, vampires, witches and so many more monsters.

I started to walk around the house. I went inside a closet. It was full of caskets. One of the caskets had a mummy inside. I went upstairs after I saw the closet. I saw a zombie burning trespassers. I didn’t want to be burned so I ran past all of the monsters and exit the haunted house.

When I went back in my dad’s car, I told him about my journey in the haunted house.                                                                        

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