The haunted house

A million thoughts went through my head – do I want to come see what’s beneath this haunted house. I took my first step and it made me realize that there was a myth just like this about a black doorbell like black coal.  It was too late: I froze like solid ice.  Nobody was around it was at the back of an alley surely someone must live here.  Ripped wallpaper scruffy carpets then suddenly a creak loud as a squeal caught my vision. I ran, but I fell over. I saw a dark figure.  It created a shadow over me then suddenly something happened..