The Haunted House - Original Writing

The Haunted House - Original Writing

It was the Christmas holidays and beady eyes phased with curiosity

were glazing over us. I felt as though everyone was staring at us, and

we were now the central attention of our new, humble town, Gravesend.

As our entire luggage was being unloaded, I noticed that everyone was

glaring at us as if we did not belong here. I felt uncomfortable and

insecure. The neighbourhood itself appeared rather pleasant and, on

the road, children were playing with each over and they all seemed to

be enjoying themselves. As my father opened the door to our new house

I flew inside and ran up the stairs immediately to see what my bedroom

was like. The walls were pale green and my curtains and carpet were of

a similar, but darker colour. By the time everything had been unloaded

from the removals lorry, my furniture was positioned well in my room.

My family and I began to get settled in.

Months passed and neighbours had come over to introduce themselves and

offer their aid. These neighbours had gradually become good family

friends and I had made a couple of friends myself. I met Ron through

his and my parents, who started talking to each over ever since we

moved in. Ron was my age, Asian and well-built. I then met Mickey

through Ron, whom I did not know so well. I was fitting in with

everyone else and my family and I were finally not getting the

attention that we got when we first moved in.

“Easy bruv, what’s happening?” asked Ron

“Nothing much, I’m just bored,” I responded.

“Come, I want to show you something,” said Ron unexpectedly.

I was bored and had nothing else to do, so I followed Ron and we

finally reached our destination: an isolated and dilapidated house. I

looked over at Ron, puzzled with curiosity.

“Why are you bringing me here?” I asked.

Mickey arrived with a big grin on his face. The house looked very old

and erosion had occurred around the window sills.