The barren

There I was standing at the gates of the raven black ,barren,beat up house its windows smashed almost like someone had threw a massive stone at them. I walked up to the maroon red door it gently creeked open.I jumped out of my skin as I heard pattering foot steps on the second floor I felt alarmed as I heard feet scuffing behind me I turned and there was a figure in a black torn robe its eyes inflamed while ruddy red blood dirbeld down from its eyes which crookedly hung out of their sockets . On one side of its batterd face skin was torn the remaning flesh was decyed and its bones looked almost like a dog had been chewing at them.Unepectedly,it lunged forward with its sharp nails poking out is scratched my face until I fell into a comba from blood loss....