Number 5,Lark Street.

CHAPTER 1
I walked up to the imposing gate of number 5,Lark street and looked up at the old run down mansion- my new house in the middle of the estate. It had overgrown flowers, crooked trees and a lawn that most likely had not been mowed for years. I pushed against the gate and it creaked open, I walked in towards the house . Finally, I arrived at the door which was made of hard wood with an incarnate pattern and a large brass door knob. I fumbled in my pockets for my keys and opened the door, I took a deep breathe,mustered up my courage and stepped into my new house.
I wasn't scared of the dark,so I casually searched for the light switch,when suddenly, I heard the front door shut with a loud bang. I quickened my pace, Finally, I found the switch and turned it on. The chandelier lit up and I took a quick look around. The room- apparently was a waiting room, there were broken windows, the floor was marble and the once white walls were yellowed with age and lack of maintenance. "Ugh. This is what I get for inheriting an old house." I said to myself. There were three huge doorways and I walked through the one on my left, It led me to the kitchen, which was huge with a long marble counter top,overhead old fashioned cabinets and shelves and large windows overlooking the yard. "Wow!This is good...I can manage this." I said as I found my way back to the waiting room.