Personal Narrative: Muddy Creek Manor

It was a night like most others in the abandoned ghost town. All I saw was darkness and shadows creeping around every corner. I heard the howls of coyotes and the hooting of owls through the midnight air. The whistling wind rang the rusty, wind chimes dangling from the old run-downed mansion. The sign above read “Muddy Creek Manor”.
I was only seventeen years old when I first seen it. Everyone use to go there to hang out. It was a beautiful place. A few years ago, I came back to reminisce but everything has changed. It gave me chills to walk by the mansion. They are vines hanging from the wall. The grass is all grew up, it's as tall as a hay field.
The family that lived there were the Jenkins. The family of five died in the house but no one knows how. A few people have bought the house and they all end up selling in within a month. The last owner has lived there since 1970, he bought it when I was twenty years old. He was a gentle man and lived in the town all his life. When I went back to Muddy Creek I decided I was going to visit the old manor and check if the old man still lived there. …show more content…
I turned around but no one was there. “ It’s all in mind”, I told myself while continuing to walk toward the mansion. It was almost ten o’clock and it was gloomy outside. I heard something else and immediately got chills down my back. I continue to walk feeling unsure why i am deciding to do this. I get to the gate and start walking up the long, dreadful, stone driveway leading up to the house. All of a sudden I heard a loud shriek. At that point I was almost to the porch. “I’m probably just imagining things”, I said a loud knowing no one heard