Haunted House

• James Nicolis, Grade 6
• Short Story
• 2018

The screeching noise of the wooden chairs are beginning to make me frightened. The salty sweat drips down my forehead and falls onto my palm. The stress starts to hit me as I begin to taste fear of taking another couple of steps into this spooky and most definitely the most intimidating house ever to be known. I carefully half cover my eyes from the gusting wind hitting me inside the house. I tremble over my words as I talk to my best friend beside me. I can feel cold air hitting my body as my best friend see's this amusing picture of the queen hanging up against the cracked walls. Cobwebs and surround my body as I fall back onto a dusty cupboard. I am in need of help as a green zombie appears in front of my eyes, I scream in fright. HELP!