On top of the hill

On top of the hill

I read in the newspaper about a house on top of a cliff. It was alleged that whenever children go to play there, they always get hurt and swear never to come back. I shivered, as though, ice had replaced my spine. I decided, as a reporter, to go the house and investigate more about that area .I packed everything I would need at the house, and my father dropped me there.

As I stood, gazing at the dilapidated house. I could see the house`s wall showed black by neglect. cracks had started forming and insects were crawling out of them. At the gate red roses grew widly in thick batches. The moonlight cast a ghoulish glow on the house. Paint hinted at the house former prosperity.

Vines formed a twisted maze upon the side of the house reaching their tentacles towards the roof. The door begrudgingly creaked open that’s when a musty, dunk odour crept into my nose. Water was seeping through the roof which left black and brown molds dotting the ceiling in clusters.

Dust swirled around the room, cobwebs covered the corners, tiny black spiders threading towards their prey. Window were covered with grim and dirt. The sofa and chair were over-turned. Wallpaper lay curled on the floor, picture frame hanged off-centered. The house was dead silent except for creaks , moarns and hooting of a distance owl.

I made my way into the hallway; a slimmer of light came behind a door. I approached and opened the door. I had reached the bathroom. The window was locked and very dirty, a slimmer of light flowed into the room. I made my way inside. The cabinet mirror lay shattered in pieces on the floor tile. The first aid box was broken. Empty medicine bottle lay in the porcelain sink evidence showing that children came into the bathroom and touched things they were not supposed to.

The result I made of the house was, everything was destroyed and was not in its place. In addition to this, there was no light that’s why children fall down easily and get hurt.

Done by: Arham raza