My House

Written by: julie heckman

There were no fine carved, 
silver spoons, no grand 
cotton sofas or comfortable
chairs, just the dust of 
many old rooms that 
were dark and vacant...
Yet, I could feel there was 
someone in the house.

The rooms had a brown
tint and the shadows were
blackish red ... I was at 
the bottom of the stairs
and walked up slowly to
the first flour. Petrified, I
continued. The doors to 
the rooms were open, so
I slowly went inside sensing
a presence. There was 
someone lurking in one 
of the closet but i couldn't
see them. So, I quickly left
that room and started for 
the next. 
I awoke abruptly from the
dream feeling terrified.