Peering through the window jagged glass stuck out from the edges. Small islands of moss grew from the cracks. The furniture had bones crawling from underneath them ready to attack. Photos of ancestors showed their ghastly faces. Should I go in?... The rusted handle screamed as you got grip. Old paint was walking down the walls.
The stairs were screeching without a single touch. A lake of red flooded the lifeless room. Chunks of wood fell off the walls. Unpleasant smells whiffed all over. Ripped curtains covered the cloudy windows. What would happen next?
Cobwebs grew bigger. The floorboards were jumping up and down. Lightbulbs were now millions of pieces on the floor. It was a nightmare. Mountains of dust that were too high to climb.
I have to get out of here!!!!!!!!
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