The Old House - Original Writing

The Old House - Original Writing

As I was approaching the house, the surroundings seemed to change. The

air became misty all of a sudden. The weather became cold and when I

looked towards the trees, it looked as if they were alive. I turned my

concentration away from the trees, which had started to make me

shiver, and continued my journey towards the house. Moving towards the

gates that separated the house from the entire road that led to all

the other houses, I noticed that almost all the plants that surrounded

the entrance were ruined. I walked to the gates and pushed them open.

Entering the compound, I tried to keep my focus away from the cemetery

that was located on the right. The weird thing was the darkness of the

cemetery. It was dismal. The sight was frightening.

Just as I couldn't bare to look any further, I noticed some movements.

The movements came from one of the graves. I took another look at the

grave, and then rubbed my eyes to make sure what I was seeing was

real. A young girl, about the age of eight, dressed in a beautiful

white gown, was staring at me; she stretched her hands out and

motioned for me to come. Frightened, I turned round and ran towards

the house. However, before climbing up the stairs, I was aware of the

statues of the animals that were placed on each side of the entrance

door. I did not know what was so special about the statues but I was

aware that they might be the protectors of the house. I looked up,

searching for windows to make sure there was some escape routes in

case I was also counted as an unwanted guest.

There were some designs windows just above the entrance door and,

looking around the house, I found some more windows. The windows were

designed with pictures of angels, Jesus, Mary, and Joseph and the

three kings. My first thought was that the house most have once being

a church. It explained the cemetery, but what it did not explained was