walking to the house

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We walked to the house, trying not to step in dangerous things. I wondered if there was any animals lurking to kill us.

It was to dangerous for anyone. The gates were trapped by the tenacious fingers of the trees. They where mourning in pain and agony, waiting to be freed.

It was like a dumping ground, as there was rubbish almost everywhere in sight. It was horrid, it really was.

"Eekk" said Charlie.
"Are you alright?" Asked Jack.
"I felt something, and I something move," She replied.
"It's only an animal," said Rosie, "there's nothing to worry about, there really isn't."

We carried on moving towards the property. It was a lot bigger then we all expected. As we got to the door, we heard a rustling behind us, and a noise from inside the house.

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