The Spook House- By Lucy Bird

As I trudged towards the rusted iron gates, a dull light in the house flicked on. It cast a shadowy, gloomy glow across the garden. The leafless trees whispered and rustled in the light breeze. A giant furry spider scuttled across the cracked, stone path. The white, shiny full moon sat on the roof of the house. Silhouettes of bats made shadows on the ground as they passed in front of the moon. The night had been crystal clear when I left my house, but now the sky was beginning to fog up.The air around me was collecting the mist feeding off the moon. Suddenly, I heard a loud, wretched SCREEH from behind me. I spun around to see and hear the gate swinging back and forth slowly in the light breeze, scraping the ground. The air smelt musty and old. My nostrils recoiled as I got nearer to the house. I admit that I was frightened. I normally was not one to be scared, but this house could make anyone jump out of their skin! The sky was brewing up a storm, grey clouds were covering up the moon and a breeze swept by and ruffled my shirt. I’d reached the door. Just walking up the path had seemed like an eternity. I rapped a short, shaky knock at the door. It creepily swung open by itself. I stepped inside...

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