The House On The Hill

In writing we talked about  certain types of places and we thought about what we saw and see. Then we where given a list of ideas that we could use this type of writing with

Stepping up three sets of stair there was an eerie feeling flowing through my veins. The buzzing of insects was all I could hearing the night sky. Stepping slowly, creeping through the door I ponder on whether I should enter the abandoned house... to late I was already inside. Dimly lit in the corner of the room a lamp gave an orange glow. Scanning the room I see multiple rooms. It didn’t look this big from outside.  All the furniture was what you could call unfashionable. Most of the cushions were rotting with disgusting looking bugs inside them. Out of the two couches they both had rips all down the sides. As I stepped past one of the couches it snagged on my top. Silently I carried on searching on around the room. Steady gusts of wind blew making the unattached shards of glass crash to the ground giving me a heart attack. Stepping over a rotting section of wood I head for the door. As I am exciting the room I ponder how a abandoned house is still standing so many years after the last residents occupied the house. Now that I am back on the path I heave my robust body down the path and back to civilisation.