Creative Writing: The Haunted House

The smell of corn was strewn along the roadside, with other crops mixed in as well. The scent was dense enough to be able to taste the uncooked food. The road was rough and cracked, with small bumps every few seconds. A calm breeze blew throughout the area, keeping everything at a nice cool temperature. There were fields of all kinds on either side of the road, with foods like corn, soybeans, and potatoes growing throughout.
A large house sat on a small hill on one side of the road. With white and yellow walls starting to chip, and a blackish grey roof with just a bit of slack. Windows and water puddles were glinting in the sunlight, with a garden growing across a dirt road connecting the house to the outside world. Within the garden were all kinds of flowers and smaller vegetables. Lilacs and roses; lettuce and squash; and a small plot of green beans. All of the different scents coalesced into one smell of nature: a wild and untamed grace unlike the fields. …show more content…
With chipping paint, the walls were rough like sandpaper. Hay littered the floor and upper levels like leaves in autumn. The roof was covered in holes of varying sizes, letting a draft slip through the building. The air was stale, even with the constant breeze. Both the house and barn were built by my grandfather.
Donald Lowe, my grandfather, is a great man who means the world to me; furthermore, he taught me most of what I know about the world. He retired in 2008, after farming for 50 years. He still loves gardening and all farm related activities. Due to weakness brought upon him by illness, he had to move out of his home and into a new smaller one. Enjoying gardening and being the family mechanic, my grandfather spent a lot of time doing small projects he found fun and