On September of fifteenth, I read in a newspaper reporting that there was a house on top of the cliff saying that whenever children went there they get injured and swear never to go back there. So I decided to pay a visit to the place. On the next day I was prepared to go to the house. I was there by 11 am. Red roses grown wild in thick batches by the gate, I pushed the heavy gates made of iron bars as cold as ice and made my way into the house.
As I stood gazing at the dilapidated house, it was tall and thin made of old grey stones. There was over grown grass all over the compound. Vines formed a twisted maze upon the side of the house reaching their tentacles towards the roof. The door was covered with cobwebs and it was cracked. There were tiny black spiders heading towards their prey. There were potted plants decorated beside the door. The door begrudgingly opened. There was musty odor in the air, the sofas and chairs were covered with a white torn, dirty cloth.
The house was dead silent. I switched on the lights and the bulb was flickering and it was producing electric sparks then it burst into a million pieces. Water was sweeping through the roofs and had left black and brown molds on the ceiling. The window glass was cracked and had dirt on it like snow. I asked myself, if children know that this place is not good. Why do they still come to play here in this scary looking house? There were gloomy staircases, every step I took there was a squeak or creek.
The hallway was dull and smelt very dusty that I almost suffocated, and I sneezed hard!! There were wallpapers and picture frames on the floor and Brocken mirrors too. I saw some children coming with a ball, and started playing football. Then I saw the children falling and getting injured because of the rocks they could not see in the overgrown grass. After that they came inside to play hide and see and when they saw me, they ran away from the house. Then I got out of there and went back to the village and told everyone that there is no one who is there to harm the children. Why the children seared never to go there is because the house was very dark and looked scary.
By: - vansh panara
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