Cobwebs were covering the corners of the house like a white blanket there were walls with scratches and bite marks. Ripped furniture rusty springs were sticking out of it. At the back of the room there
was a old staircase with chunks of wood on it I slowly opened the door. Inside there was a damp musty smell.
The air was full of dust and dead flys littered the window sill the floor boards creeped bent and groaned. One step at a time on the stairs. cobwebs were sticking to my face like a uninvited guest then I reached the top of the stairs.
I got up to the attic there were old hunting gears with blood the blood was fresh fear ran down my spin I heard a creeping noise came up behind me I looked back but no one was there my nervs creeped higher and higher.
Then someone came behind me I heard the foot steps so I ran outside then I tripped up I got back up the man was gaining on me I zoomed off I said to my self he is gone now I dont need to worry about him and that house anymore.