The
Haunted House
The old deserted house stands still with the doors creaking
open. Creepy sounds are coming out of the
darkest places in the house.
The dark clouds are covering the hills like a blanket. The gate was fastened by a rickety old
chain. No one has ever been there. The pipes were dripping and the two little,
yellow eyes were glowing out from the window. The shattered glass was falling
down from the top window. Crash! a
strike of lightning flashed across the night sky. The house shook. Everything was calm. I am never going to see that house
again. I feel far too nervous.
Ruby Smith
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