The Mystery Of The Haunted House Essay

Everyone says that the old house at the end of the road is haunted. It used to be the residence of a rich family but now none of them would stay there. So the house is vacant and uncared for. The compound is filled with over-grown weed and grass.

My friend Jack and I decided to find out once and for all if what people said was true. So one evening, we bravely entered the house and prepared to spend the night there. We brought along a powerful torchlight, two sleeping-bags, some food and drinks, and a portable stereo set.

The early part of the night was no trouble at all. We sat on our sleeping-bags and listened to our favourite music.

Twelve midnight came. We felt a bit sleepy. So we switched off the stereo set and crawled into our sleeping-bags. However sleep was impossible. There seemed to be a heavy atmosphere hanging around us. The darkness was oppressive and there was a strange soft whining noise coming from upstairs.

We dared not go up to investigate the noise. So we lay quietly in our sleeping-bags and hoped that the noise would go away. But it would not go away.

Actually it got louder and louder. Then it sounded like someone moaning. Jack hurried out of his sleeping-bags and switched on the torchlight. We could see nothing except the walls of the empty living room we were in.

Suddenly there was a loud crash from upstairs and the moans turned to screams. We screamed too and ran out of the house as fast as we could, leaving behind everything that we had brought. The hair on the back of my head stood on end for hours afterwards.

We never dared to go back into the house, not even in the daytime. My uncle had to go and retrieve the things we had left behind there.

So, is the house haunted ? All I can say is that if you want to know, go and find out for yourself.

Haunted House Essay

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High upon a lonely hill surrounded by a great dark forest, stood an ancient, crumbling manor, known as the Haunted House. The windows were all smashed and it looked like the house was used a long time ago and was never used again. The font gates were as old as the hills. It belonged to a greedy old man, he was as short as a stump, he was really grumpy and fat who everyone said he was a wizard. Even though he owned the immense haunted house he didn’t dare to go inside because he was frightened like a child in dark, so he lived in the small cottage in the grounds of the manor, with just his black cat for company. He was as lonely as the master who has go to war, but hews happy, because he had a true love. His true love was gold, and he had…show more content…

This fellow looked fellow looked a bit to fearless for the wizard’s liking.
That night, Titan stepped through the rusty gates, as he did the surroundings seemed to change. The air became misty all of a sudden. The weather became cold and when he looked towards the trees, it looked as if they were alive. He turned his concentration away from the trees, which did not freak him at all, and continued his journey up the hill towards the house. Without hesitating, he unlocked the door and went in, as he went in the silent still sinister house, the door slammed shut behind him slowly the gloomy light started fading. A butler appeared from nowhere, he was holding his head under his arms like a ball in his hands. “Jeeves at your service, sir,” he said, creepily. “Follow me.” “Thank you, my good man,” said Titan excitingly, handing him his coat and following him up the creaking staircase without blinking an eye.
Ancient portraits followed him with their eyes like human eyes. Titan winked at them as he passed expressing his bravery. An empty suit of armour waved at him. Titan waved back. “Good evening,” he said. Jeeves led him on down a murky passage. A heavy door creaked open and they entered a dark bedroom, with a tattered four poster bed. Cobwebs hung from the ceiling and a thick layer of dust covered the furniture. Titan opened the wardrobe and a skeleton came

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