Rosemary's Heart- short story

This is my first horror story, hope u like it ;)

As Chase and his family made their way up the old gravel drive-way, he pressed his head against the window and got a closer look at his new home in Winston Valley, but as his eyes rested upon it, a sinking feeling met him. What he thought to be a grand house with a three story height, and a balcony surrounding the whole building, was in fact just an old, run-down cottage with vines growing all around it. The paint had chipped away and left and old, murky-brown colour behind. Some of the windows were smashed and others just weren't there at all. The roof had holes in it and the little front porch had rotting, black floorboards. As we turned the corner to park, he noticed the whole other side of the house was covered in graffiti and a red-looking substance that he just couldn't put his finger on.

The house was really old and rundown, it was very plain, grey walls and rotting furniture. The backyard was small, and consisted of dead flowers and a pond that had dead fish floating in it. The Water looked odd. It was dark and murky and moss was everywhere, causing the rocks around the pond to become slimy and look like a decaying tooth. But there was something about the water. Something that shouldn't be there. Some sticky, red looking liquid was splattered around the rocks and the muddy ground surrounding the pond and worst of all, as Chase moved away the moss over the water, he noticed it was the colour red. Like somebody had stabbed the water and made it bleed. But water doesn't bleed, so who's blood was it?

Hoping it was just the blood from the fish and not something...or someone else, Chase moved on to the house.

As soon as he stepped inside, he felt this cold chill run down his spine. Like knives dipped in ice tearing into his flesh in an uncomfortable manner, but no pain. Just the feeling of turning numb from the inside out. Numb. 

He felt the floor dip where he stepped on the rotting wooden floorboards. They creaked under the pressure, sounding like agonising moans. Like the dead was calling out to him, calling for help. for somebody to save them.

He shivered. There was something about this place. It was unexplainable but everywhere he went, he felt this emptiness. Life death itself had been here. And it hadn't left.

.........

Later on, he was about to go to sleep in his new room, which consisted of old light blue walls, there were cracks in the corners of the ceiling and the paint had chipped off here and there. The only other furniture in the room, apart from his bed, was a lamp on a bedside table and in the far corner of the room, next to the window was a big old closet. It looked like it came straight out of a horror movie. The old wood looked charred, like a blazing hot fire had gone through it. The deeply intricate carvings on the doors were the only sign of elegancy apart from the deep gold door knobs, that were shaped like claws. Although the handles looked more evil then elegant. They looked like the devil himself had made them.

He got settled down in his bed and was about to close his eyes, when he suddenly heard a baby crying. Chase went to look and as soon as he stepped outside his room it stopped, so he went back to bed.

A few minutes later he heard the crying again; this time it was louder.

He thought it must be close seeing it was really loud and as soon as he stepped outside his room again, it stopped. Thinking it was just a prank someone was playing on him, he went back to sleep and didn't worry about it.

A few hours later he awoke again by the same crying. This time he didn't go out his room because he thought it would stop again. The crying seemed to be coming from his closet though so he walked carefully, making his way over to the closet and slowly but hesitantly, he turned the handle.