one of my grade school writings, this time for Halloween #tbt

Happy Samhain! Happy Halloween!

@pamdragonfly

Even in the daylight, the deserted Meyer house looks haunted. The uncut grass and never trimmed shrubs overgrow the spacious front yard. All of the trees bend in one direction, as if to run away from some evil force lurking in the creepy house. Windows are boarded up and the shutters are either not there or are falling off. The brick walk that leads to the falling steps is cracked and worn. The porch is covered with dirt and old branches that have been blown in by violent storms known to the area.

As you open the door, creaking fills the air from rusted hinges. On the left is a spacious dust filled room that seems to you to be an old ball room. Wooden floors have scrape marks marred deep into them. A wild dance is your guess, for the cause of the many marks. Crystal chandeliers have shattered light bulbs among cracked crystal pieces.

Directly across from this room is the family, living, and parlor room, all in one. A small sofa and two chairs are in front of an ash filled fire place. On the mantel piece are several faded pictures staring at you, and this makes you feel very uncomfortable. Stained, dusty carpets cover the floors from wall to wall. Lamps on corner tables have ripped cloth shades on them. The bulbs under them are smashed and dusty.

At the back of the house is the kitchen. In the middle of the room there is a small breakfast table with a wooden chopping block on it. With closer examination, you see that blood and bits of flesh are on the block. These are also on the large and sharp butcher knife. You wonder if the blood and flesh are of a human. Chills run down your back at this thought and of the discovery that the blood and flesh seem relatively new and fresh.

The dining room has a crystal chandelier like the ball room. A large oak table is in the center of the room under the chandelier. Chairs with decaying, caned bottoms and backs are pushed back from the table, as if some people had just finished a hardy meal. Five places are set at the table, with decaying food still on the plates.

After going up the stairs a ways, you can see that the top six stairs are missing. In a way, you’re grateful that you can’t go up. In another way, you’re disappointed that you can’t plunder around in the old rooms that are upstairs.

You stand in the doorway for one last look at the creepy house. Turning, you leave the house.

A bang is heard as some foreign force closes the door after you.