Haunted House

• Jack Usenich, Grade 3
• Short Story
• 2017

As I walk up the old creaky staircase I think what could be on the other side of the door. When I go to reach the cold wet door to open it I think should I turn back because I have no idea what will be in there. I hear bats screeching like nails down a chalk board. The trees are as black as the darkest and gloominess night. Then I look around and see a big black shadow.