THE HAUNTED HOUSE.

             THE HAUNTED HOUSE.

          I shut my eyes, pretending to be sleeping, but I tossed and turned all night. Something was keeping me awake. The bed squeaked with every move I made. It seemed like I would take some time to get used to our new house. This area seemed not to suit me much.

          I decided to go out for a walk and get more fresh air. I slowly crept out from the back door. It was pitch dark outside. I walked briskly to an unknown destination. The street lights seemed to be getting dim with time.

          Suddenly, I saw myself out of a huge house. I was lost. I had no idea of where I was. As I stood gazing at the dilapidated house, ice seemed to replace my spine. A sudden kind of fear had overtaken me. With courage and curiosity, I decided to move on.

            Pushing the heavy gates open, the touch of the rusted iron bars, as cold as ice, seized up my hand completely. I walked with heavy steps towards the door. The compound was filled with overgrown grass and weed, showing how deserted and uncared the house was.

            One lonesome oak tree stood by the house swaying in the wind. The moon shone bright in the cloudless sky, as that seemed to be the only source of light for miles. I fumbled with the doorknob and it begrudgingly creaked open.

             A slimmer of light guided me through the hallway leading me into a room. A flood of light flowed in as I flickered on the lights. The oldest residents of the house seemed to be the spiders. The walls had cracks through which insects crawled out. The floor had massive cracks with the dandelions popping out.

             In the house sections ceilings hung lump in the stagnant air. Cold air seeped through window frames, rotten and mild. The wallpaper lay curled up in the wall. Sofas and chair were overturned. It seemed that it had been three decades since a footstep had echoed there, it seemed like I skipped a beat instead and dust engulfed the air.

             The room seemed to be belonging to a little boy since crayon markings were made upon the wall. A toy dinosaur lay missing its head on the bed. The carpet squished as I walked. Little picture frames remained face down on the carpet. An owl hooted and it echoed throughout the house. It was time to leave, I told myself. I made my way back to the door. On the deserted road, I asked someone for the way to my house. Upon reaching, I crept back in from the backdoor and went back to sleep.

BY: ARPIT SRIVASTAVA,

CLASS 8.