The Haunted House

The Haunted House An aging Victorian graphite three story house sat on a promontory, lonely, deserted, weathered and forlorn. Broken windows showed signs of cruel abuse from passersby amused by throwing rocks we surmised. This skeletal shell of a one-time elegant beauty became a welcome refuge for my sister and I, wet and chilled to the bone on that stormy autumn night. Our car had broken down about two miles away. There were no other homes or buildings nearby. To our amazement the door was open and after knocking loudly with no answer, we let ourselves in. Cobwebs clung to our faces and hair as we entered and brushed them away squeeling disdainfully. I had a small torch on my keychain and with it we looked around to try to find something to dry ourselves off. We moved in unison across the creaking floor, shivering. It was then that I felt cold fingers grasp my shoulder. Wide eyed I slowly turned my head but no one was there. We both heard errie laughter as chills ran down our spines. We ran to the door but now it was locked and we were trapped inside as panic set in with our hearts pounding. Then all of a sudden two creatures appeared before us standing there with matted hair and we both screamed so loudly we scared each other, but with my little light I could see we were looking at ourselves in a full length dusty antique mirror. We laughed hysterically in pure relief. I tried my cell phone again and miraculously got a signal. I managed to contact the auto club who estimated 2 hours. We waited impatiently until the auto club came to rescue us and our car. The driver sat outside and honked his horn. We screamed to him that we were trapped inside. He came up to the front door and to our shock the door flew open. We hurridly left that haunted house and never looked back as the driver quickly drove away in the pouring rain. 8-27-18 Sponsor-   Dear Heart Contest-   The Haunted House