Creative Writing: Haunted Home

As I opened the door to the abandoned, old, haunted house on my street, I started to think that maybe this wasn't such a good idea. I scolded myself for wanting to turn back, and hesitantly stepped inside to explore. My ombre hair and dark brown eyes made me practically camouflage in the tan-brown, wood-paneled foyer, except for my old grey hooded sweatshirt and comfortable red sweat pants. I was the average height for a 16 year old, maybe a little more scrawny and immature. I could feel the dust that my hair was collecting after every five seconds of brushing the dust off. As I walked through the doorway to my right, I realized that this must be the formal dining room. An old, Victorian style table with eight elegant chairs was obviously the …show more content…
The ghostly mummy figure made a noise that sounded kind of like it was trying to say, "Go away!" but I couldn't tell because of the gauze that covered its entire being from head to toe. These eyes glared down at me with such an intensity that I could not stop myself from muttering, "Oops." That was when I noticed its hands. Chipped, pointy nails as long as my fingers dawned on me. It was obviously trying to decapitate me. I saw a loose end of its gauze covering flapping at its side. Without thinking my risky escape plan through, I grabbed the loose end and tugged with all of my might. When the mummy ghost started to spin, I knew that it would get dizzy and collapse, so i darted for the door. BANG! The door slammed behind me, and I bolted down my street to get back home. "Phew!" I said as I wiped the sweat off of my forehead. I spread out on my sofa, winded from the running. As I lay there, I decided that later, I would tell my family about my adventure. I felt very brave after defeating the mummy. I was dozing off from my tiresome adventure, but my hope before I drifted off to sleep was that some day I would be able to tell my children and grandchildren all about the perilous adventure that I had experienced that