Saniyya Abrahams 11 Wilson
A Description of a Lonely Place
Here I am, in the car on the way to my cousin’s house. It is my first visit because she had just recently moved there. The journey is really freaky and petrifying because it is night-time and the only thing that gives out light is the full moon. I am nearly there just a few miles to go.
When I arrive I go inside. I take a tour of the house and it seems scary to me because it is really grand with high ceilings long corridors and the rooms are large and deserted. The lights are so dim it makes the house seem secluded. The stairs creak like an old brigde over a muddy swamp with smoke rising from it. That night when I try to sleep in the lounge on the soft springy sofa. I hear so many eerie sounds that my sleep escapes me because I fear that there is a ghostly presence nearby.
