The Spooky House
by Oscar
Down the street from where I live there is an empty house near a cemetery. Every time I walk pass it one day I approached the spooky black house. There was dust round the house I saw things that were broken and the sky was as black as a black cat. I heard screams out of nowhere and loud howling sounds from wolves. I look closely at the stairs and they were broken and dusty. I saw rats that had hairless tails. As I went upstairs I saw a glass on the floor that was jagged and sharp. I saw something in the shadows it had smooth hair like a vampire and a black silk cape with sharp teeth like fangs. I went down the creaking stairs so fast I made holes in the floor and ran out of there as fast as my legs could go never to return again.