The Mystery House
I had finally calmed down and put my hand on the rusty, old knob. I pushed open the door away from me. The old, mahogany wooden door opened and the hinges made a loud squeaky noise. It looked like nobody had touched that door in years. The old and suffocating air had entered my lungs and I began coughing. I stumbled in the deserted room; it was very quiet and reminded me of an old tomb. There were no living beings, no sounds, not even a fly was buzzing around. My whole body shuddered. I was scared to death, waiting every moment for something unexpected to happen. It looked as if I had disturbed the peace of this old and spacious room. With every step I made, more and more dust rose from the cracks in the parquet. It was hard to see because the only source of light was the small hole in the ancient ceiling. Than all of a sudden, a strong repeating sound started ripping through my ears. Than I realized what was happening, but it was too late.It was summer, a very sunny and hot day. The sun was right above my head and it was the time of the day when it wasn't recommended to go out. The sunlight was burning my head and skin. I was looking quickly but carefully for the best shadow, under the biggest tree, to rest and find a little p
On my way to school I was thinking about the dream I had and how real it looked. The thing that I couldn't get out of my mind is that there was an abounded house on my countryside. I slowly entered the dark hallway, like as I was going to my execution. While I was pacing through the bright rare forest I was trying to remember the old stories about the house that I used to listen in the night before I went to sleep. As I became closer to the entrance I felt less and less confident, I started to loose the sensation of being a soldier and enthusiasm for adventure, but under all such circumstances I provoked myself onto going further through the mystery of my day. If only there was something to do, the time would pass much faster. Shivering like a branch in the middle of a stormy night, I tiptoed my way to the entrance. Some said that the house is full of ghosts and that it's haunted. After a few minutes of hardcore walking, I came upon a stream that was dividing the woodland, from the prairie which was turning into a small ruggedly hill. I was wondering why I never went there. My t-shirt was still wet from sweating while I was strolling around. Obviously I was spending every summer hear. But my friends told me that some guy once saw the light in the house. At that time it didn't even cross my mind how that day was going to change my life.
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