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.