Plant Life

I got down on my hands and knees, the grass poking me and the leaves sticking to my hands and pants. As I crawled through, it felt as though I was entering a forbidden castle...one that hadn't been entered in years. I stood up and brushed the leaves and grass from my clothes. Taking in my surroundings, I saw a haunted house before me.
Most people would leave it alone, but I was a curious person. I had entered the beyond, and I would explore it.
I pushed the door open and walked in.

A 2-part short story I'm writing based on the Owl City song Plant Life. Kind of a mini-writing challenge.

(Constructive criticism is more than welcome; I'd appreciate the feedback)