The Haunted House by Stefan

I  was standing outside of a  ecaying yard. Trees that were deceased loomed over me and threatened to fall over. The wind was howling and groaning against a house that was brown with cobwebs. As the wind blew I could almost tell it was telling secrets about me. I started walking towards the ancient modern Victorian. There was one light in in the house and it was flickereing- CRUNCH CRICK CRACK. I looked down with horror. The terrible truth dawned on me. I stepped in the milky white remains of a skeleton. The morbid area is suddenly filled with a freakish laugh that seems to be coming from every direction exept the direction in the house.  Moonlight streams into the yard from the glowing orange ball that just rose above the wood.  A clanging noise makes me turn around to find the gates closed. No turning back. As I run towards the steps to the house, I trip because something grabs me. It is an arm sticking out of the ground. After 3 min of trying to free myself, I finally manage to pry the fingers of that iron fist off me. I run up the steps with over grown roots; and into the house. I hope I’m alone.

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