Haunted House Descriptive Writing

As I opened the door to the creepy old haunted house on my street, I started to think that maybe this wasn't such a brilliant idea. I scolded myself for wanting to turn back, and hesitantly stepped inside to explore. My brown hair and dark brown eyes made me practically camouflaged in the wood-paneled foyer, except for my old purple hooded sweatshirt and comfortable gray sweatpants. I was the average height for a sixteen year old, but I was still going to have to look up to check for cobwebs and the dust in every crevice. My hair already needed to be washed because so much dust has fallen onto me. I finally got enough nerve to begin walking through the house.

As I walked through the doorway to my right, I realized that this must be the formal

I quickly turned my head around, and I saw a mummy, but this mummy was not a usual mummy, it was alive and standing over me, I jumped back and gasped. I almost started to run toward the door, but unfortunately the mummy was blocking me. He must have been at least seven feet tall, towering over me like I would have towered over an ant. Wrapped in something that seemed like gauze, or maybe even paper towels, I had absolutely no idea where he had came from. When I had jumped back, barely two seconds ago, the glass doors of the cabinet had shattered. CRASH! I heard as the glass fell on my legs. "OUCH!" I exclaimed. The mummy made a noise that sounded kind of like he was trying to say, "GO AWAY!" but I couldn't tell because of the gauze that covered his entire body from head toe, with the exception of his mysterious dark black eyes. These eyes glared down at me with such intensity that I could not stop myself from shaking. That was when I noticed what he had in his hand. It was a pure gold sword, with a blade as long as my arm or maybe even longer. He was obviously planning to stab me. My eyes opened widely, and it felt as if I had completely lost control over my