The old house.

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The old house

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.

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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 the little girl.

I went back to the front of the house and took in a big breath, before climbing up the creaking stairs. When I got to the end of the stairs, I looked at the statues, ...

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