We walked into the abandoned house, entangling ourselves in sticky cobwebs which were draped over the door's metal frame. The dim-lit house was like the Sahara desert on a cold night. Old, shredded curtains hung from windows left and right, foreign liquid dripped from ceilings unto the dusty marble floors, ancient chandeliers hung from the wooden ceiling, almost breaking off. "Why does it smell like rotten paper in here?" Sarah asked, her face scrunching up and her lips forming a snarl. "Yeah and why did we have to be picked to clean this dump?" Danny added. "I don't know. Let's just get it over with," I told them. A plethora of breeze blew from an open window on the far left wall. The house had this moldy scent that made my nose itch. The walls had ancient paint peeling off the stained walls. We got to work after taking a peep at all the other vacant rooms in the house. Each room had a significant scent to it. I choose to do …show more content…
It only showed signs of motion, when I either stepped to the right or left, or tilt its head when I pointed at something. I still had my back glued to the rough, prickly door. In the mist of staring at the unusual shadow, Danny cheerfully opened the door, babbling on about a new music track he recently got. I sprung out of the room, not wanting to see more; Danny followed my steps. He tugged me back by my forearm and started to interrogate me of my rapid actions. "What's wrong?" Danny questioned. "Why does it look like you've just seen a ghost?" His face drenched in confusion. "Because, I just did!" I whisper yelled, stealing a glance at the door. Danny looked at me like I just grew fire-breathing dragon heads at the side of my neck. "Are you sure you’re ok?"He asked, looking for reassurance "Just look for yourself!" I yelled this time. I barged into the room, Danny hot on my heels. When we reached our destination, no shadow was to be found or