descriptive essay
Savannah Neely
October 3, 2013 The Haunted House
As I stood, staring bleakly at the dilapidated house. Chills ran down my spine. I forgot my jacket, I thought to myself. The twojackets, three pairs of pants, 4 pairs of fuzzy socks, and boots could not keep me warm against the deathly cold. The walkway up to house were cracked. Weeds emerged out from these cracks. Briars were growing wildly in thick batches by the gate. The moonlight cast a scary glow on the house. Twisted vines ran up the side of house, reaching towards the roof. The house's walls were rotting because of neglect. Splotches of original paint gave me flash backs to how this house used to be, even though I've never been here before. Cobwebs covered the corners of the doors, tiny black spiders threading towards their prey. The house is fit for the Kings and Queens of the supernatural.
I hesitantly push the creaky door open. A musty, smell started to creep into my nose. The house was dead silence except for the random creaks and thumps. Black and brown mold covered the ceiling in clumps, obviously because of rain getting through the roof. I stealthily entered the dark living room. Windows covered with dirt, the moonlight struggled to get through the darkness in thin rays. The sofa and chairs fell over revealing deep grooves on the ground where they had sat for so long. Wallpaper lay curled on the floor. A large hole dug through the wall stood as though daring anything or anyone to enter. Picture frames hanged crooked. An awkward bookcase sat in the corner of the room, undisturbed for a long time. Selecting the correct book could reveal a secret doorway into a labyrinth.
I made my way back into the hallway, a ray of light came from behind a door. I walked over and opened the door. I had reached the bathroom. The single window was incredibly dirty, a flood of light came into the room. Dust swirled around the room as I made my way inside. The
October 3, 2013 The Haunted House
As I stood, staring bleakly at the dilapidated house. Chills ran down my spine. I forgot my jacket, I thought to myself. The twojackets, three pairs of pants, 4 pairs of fuzzy socks, and boots could not keep me warm against the deathly cold. The walkway up to house were cracked. Weeds emerged out from these cracks. Briars were growing wildly in thick batches by the gate. The moonlight cast a scary glow on the house. Twisted vines ran up the side of house, reaching towards the roof. The house's walls were rotting because of neglect. Splotches of original paint gave me flash backs to how this house used to be, even though I've never been here before. Cobwebs covered the corners of the doors, tiny black spiders threading towards their prey. The house is fit for the Kings and Queens of the supernatural.
I hesitantly push the creaky door open. A musty, smell started to creep into my nose. The house was dead silence except for the random creaks and thumps. Black and brown mold covered the ceiling in clumps, obviously because of rain getting through the roof. I stealthily entered the dark living room. Windows covered with dirt, the moonlight struggled to get through the darkness in thin rays. The sofa and chairs fell over revealing deep grooves on the ground where they had sat for so long. Wallpaper lay curled on the floor. A large hole dug through the wall stood as though daring anything or anyone to enter. Picture frames hanged crooked. An awkward bookcase sat in the corner of the room, undisturbed for a long time. Selecting the correct book could reveal a secret doorway into a labyrinth.
I made my way back into the hallway, a ray of light came from behind a door. I walked over and opened the door. I had reached the bathroom. The single window was incredibly dirty, a flood of light came into the room. Dust swirled around the room as I made my way inside. The