My Experience in a Haunted House - Original Writing

My Experience in a Haunted House - Original Writing

I stared at the forgotten ruin as my taxi pulled up outside. It

reminded me of a tombstone in a graveyard, overcome with vines;

twisting around it like a snake trying to kill its prey. I got out.

" 5.55 please mate" stated the cab driver.

I exchanged money with him and he drove off. I looked up upon this

house with great discomfort.

' Why on earth did I agree to this bet? Spend a night in an old rotten

"haunted" house!"' My mind pondered.

I stepped up to the front door, which had been populated with cobwebs

and spiders. An old rusty chain hang down swinging in the breeze

twined with vines, which I assumed, was the doorbell. I pulled it. I

made a loud CLANG that shook the whole house, echoing from every

crevice. A light suddenly appeared from the crease of the door. It

creaked open revealing an old frail man with a candlestick in his

hand. He stood there looking at me with his cold eyes penetrating deep

into my skin.

" Hello, you must be Mr. Edding. I have been expecting you." He said

eerily with a perplexing smile, which followed with a hand gesture to

show me into the hallway. I stepped forward into the dimly lit room,

with a mahogany floor and floral décor.

Along the surrounding walls hung a number of large portraits of men,

which looked as if they were apart of a cavalry. There was also two

long staircases situated either side of the room, which married

together at the top forming the landing.

" One night is it Mr. Edding?" asked the old man

"Err… yes. One night." I replied

" Excellent! Now let...

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sleeping."

"Why?" I questioned

"He went mad didn't he, mad people who have nervous breakdowns are

unpredictable, well that's just my opinion. Some people say that he

wanted to kill himself but didn't want his family to grieve, or that

he blamed them for losing his job. No-one knows really." He went on "

he killed his own daughter in cold blood with a kitchen knife. But

when he was about to shove that knife into his wife she woke up, and

started to run. But he eventually caught up with her and killed her.

So afraid of being caught the coward goes and kills himself too."

I was horrified by this story of a blood and guts massacre. I wondered

could a person actually become mad and kill their family all because

of losing their job. Or is it that he was just mad to begin with and

he just needed starting up?