By Asha Dhillon
On a winters day my Mum and Dad couldn’t decide what to do and my little brother Marty said we should got to the mansion. So we packed some food and went in the car.
The crooked door, towering above us all, creaked repeatedly. The windows were smashed and broken. We went in and this man gave us our tickets. I could hear all the eerie noises around us.
I had found myself lost; because it was dark I went the total opposite way to my parents. I was walking, down the corridors gazing at all of the pictures. Suddenly I thought I saw a glimpse of one of the eyes move on the pictures. I saw darting shapes bouncing off the walls.
The noises got louder and louder, as I carried on walking, the floorboards creaked beneath me. In the distance I could make out a black shadow…
©Asha Dhillon
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