The House

Sam sighted the dilapidated house first. Sam shivered, as though, ice trickled down his spine. Large fissures were seen in its thatched roof and green weeds cloaked the mysterious garden. The moonlight casted a ghoulish glow on the house. To conceal the fear that traveled down their spines, the boys kept a steady stream of chatter.

        With a display of bravad, they sauntered through a gap in the wall and slogged through a tangle of weeds until they stood before the colossal front door. Sam reluctantly raised his hand and pulled on the rusted handle. Slowly, the door squeaked open.

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        With the other boys close on his heels. Sam advanced into the humungus house.

        As soon as they entered the the age-old stricken house, Sam and the boys were greeted with a terrible stench. The gutted wood and broken furniture in the reception were covered with ancient dust. Dead weeds were creeping all over from the old and faulty pipe lines making a honey comb of gruesome wines. Cracked ceiling and hideous holes appeared as if the were there since the dawn of time, which reeked of stagnant water and ancient dirt. In the center there was antique chandelier made ...

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