It was a dark and stormy night. Six hours of riding in the car listening to my mom complain about how we always have to move because of this or because of that. I kind of just zoned out, plugged in my earphones and listened to the sound of anything but this. Another hour later, I asked "Are we almost there?"
"Yes Tiffany. About another fifteen minutes."
We have finally arrived and I get out of the car, and I look at the creepy house. The house looked older than George Washington in today's year, 2017. That might be a little bit of an exaggeration. From the outside of the house, it was tall and thin, made from large dark grey stones. The windows rattled vigorously from the howling wind, as they were about to fall out of the frames made from rotting wood being eaten by wood worms. It was dim and uninviting. My dad told me to get my bags and the truck would be there in the early morning. He told me to go in and take a look around.
I looked at the old rusty door knob and slowly turned it. I was now standing inside the house not very surprised, it looked much like the outside. Dust everywhere, cobwebs spiderwebbed the corners, sheets on the furniture, gaps in the floorboard, spiders roaming the walls, ripped curtains, broken glass shattered on the floor, rust, mildew, old portraits, and paintings hung on the wall and most importantly the gloomy stairs.
I walked over and one foot behind the other started to climb the stairs. I cringed at each creak on the warped stairs, but it didn't sway my determination to make it to the bedrooms on the second floor. I was half way up the stairs when a shadow flickers at the corner of my vision. I stopped for a second and looked around. I got a whiff of perfume. I ran up the stairs to go find a room to take my mind of all the crazy thoughts that were exploding in my mind.
I walked down the hall and poked my head in each room. One room caught my attention. I slowly walked in while the smell still lingered behind me. The room was filled with posters of some rock band but they had been torn off the walls, dresser with drawers half open and clothes pouring out of them, clothes messily thrown around the room, and a broken bed. I wrapped my arms around me to keep me warm because I just got really cold. The cold was coming from the window so I ripped open the curtains and the window has been shattered.
