I was terrified of this house, I felt as if it was watching my every movement. I cautiously creped thorough the spine-tingling house. I look down at my arms that are as cold as the winter weather they are now covered in goose bumps. Suddenly I feel someone watching me…. But who? Ignoring this feeling I continue to tip-toe through the corridor. The painting that hung on the dark gloomy wall started to sway in the wind… well that’s what I thought until… CRASH... the painting flew and landed on the floor. I couldn’t control this adrenalin, uncontrollably I walked over to the painting, what I saw was unexpected was a family … 3 young children and their parents, something wasn’t right, their faces were perfect and angelic but the eyes on their parents were pure evil. I slowly turned around, I knew someone was watching me as I pulled my head around from the portrait that must have hypnotised me I saw a young child… a girl she had light blonde fluffy hair that was tied in two plats and two little red bows she had light blue eyes that sparkled in the mid-day sun. Then I realised who it was. I flicked m head back around to have a second glance at the painting… there she was wearing the exact same clothing; their family must have died on the same day the picture was painted. I stared at the painting then I saw a date 15th August 1769, I quickly pulled out my phone and looked at today’s date 15th August 2012. I glared back at the young angelic girl, she smiled politely and vanished. After investigating further I began to get very hot and began to sweat rapidly. I started to run towards the old wooden door, right at that moment I heard the faint sound of a fire crackling, I got hotter and hotter, as scared as I was I kept running I grabbed onto the door handle that sent shivers through me I pulled it hard but it was locked. Struggling to breathe I slid down the decaying wall crying but trying not to scream for help. As I reached the floor my arm touched a pile of papers I looked down and reached for the top paper… it was a newspaper it read ‘five die at Shard House Fire’ it read on with the date… 15th August 1769 now I got really worried. As I continued to read I could smell burning for a couple of seconds and then it went. With that I stood up and slowly walked up the squeaky old stairs. After looking around some of the rooms I found a quiet and peaceful room. As I settled into the room I hear faint music and dancing foot-steps. That sound was drowned out by a young girl’s voice talking to her dolls, I started to cry knowing that there’s no escape from this house. Soon after this I heard the boys saying “don’t do that it will catch alight”-my head is spinning. Then suddenly the room got a lot hotter and all I could hear is screams, I heard a crackle and then the TV turned on, the picture was blurred but I could hear it perfectly well… the presented announced a house fire at shard house 15th August 2012. I looked straight at the screen with my eyes wide as the room got hotter and hotter and that’s when I knew I was going to die… (3 days later) A crime Investigation Team comes into the house to see what had caused the incident only to find old ripped burnt papers all burnt apart from one, one of the investigators picked it up only to read the headline of the newspaper she had found. They all walked upstairs to the sound of faint music playing and six bodies lay on the floor decaying...
