The house stood still, and so did time. The teal paint was peeling off at a rapid pace, and the windows seemed to stare back to me, almost as if they were challenging me to step inside. The outside light continuously blinking on and off. The windows were dark and grey with dirt while ivy clung to the outer walls.
A pack of ravens abruptly landed on the railing near the staircase, simultaneously gathering together on both sides of the sharpened metal post. The grass was dead, not green at all, but more like burn brown. There was not any footstep
The blue moon illuminated the tenebrous, starless sky as if the stars ensconced themselves behind the dim, grey clouds. A blinding aureate zigzag light shock in the sky silently to the unsuspecting ground. …show more content…
I doge the sinister birds on the way. The door creaks open moving a centimetre at the time. It could move faster, but the wood has grown mouldy and soft with water, and if you pushed it harder, you would probably push right through the door. Once inside, a thick coating of grime and mould coast everything. I step tentatively as there are several dark holes where floorboards have snapped, a weak from dust and pressured downwards by the weight of the gigantic dust bunnies that have formed. Cobwebs brush my face as I step deeper into the house. A shiver rushes down my spine.
I could see streaks of black across the walls as mold from the damp nights begins to seep in. flaking speck of pain would line the floor with dust and the (crops) of unfortunate creatures. The wooden furniture are curtains would hang limp and