The Man in the Mansion

| A spooky and haunted place

He’s lived there for as long as I’ve remembered, but I rarely saw him leave his lifeless gloomy estate. Do I go in? Or should I just go back? I thought to myself.

The dare seemed insane to me, yet I didn’t want to back out. Eventually I decided to go in. The house was covered in overgrown branches and the rust-worn iron gate was starting to break down. I carefully slipped into his porch as the floorboards creaked while I tiptoed my way to the entrance. I cautiously opened the door and shivers ran through my body as the windows rattled.

Most of the wallpaper had been torn down and the pungent scent of mildew coated the entire house. At the back of my head, I could imagine shadows creeping in the dark and rats squeaking in the pipes. My muscles tensed as I climbed up the flight of stairs. I was trying to find the old man’s room, but I just kept pacing in circles until I suddenly saw a flickering light at the end of the hallway.

My body shivered with fear as I slowly walked down. Cobwebs filled every corner and pieces of glass were shattered on the ground while the powerful scent grew bigger and bigger. As I reached the end of the corridor, I noticed an enormous broken door and in it was carved an image of Mr. Hendrix. I breathed in, trying to be as relaxed as I could be, while slowly entering. Though my blood ran cold as I saw what was there. Laying still on the bed was a dead body, his dead body.

I felt sick, slowly losing the color from my face as I lost balance and my head thumped the ground.