The Derelict House
By Craig Wilson
I am in a small neighbourhood that I do not recognise.
As a matter of fact, I do not recall coming here.
Carefully, I walk onwards and find an old house.
The house looks derelict and seems pretty ancient.
I ignore my better judgement and I enter the house.
The interior of the house is scarier than anticipated.
I hear some strange noises as I explore this house.
My heart races in my rib cage. I walk more slowly.
After I hear a crashing noise I leave the old house.
When I leave, I see an odd figure in the window.
I run to my house and run away from my nightmare.
The End
The above story is a loose
adaptation of a dream I had. If there is anything you would like to ask, feel
free to leave a comment, and thank you for reading.
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