A Short Story : A Story?

Once one got nearer, the archway opened up until one could see the whole front of the house in a somehow eerie way. Around the windows grew ivy and creepers, twisting their way up to the roof in a claw like fashion. The windows

It was a cold and foggy wednesday morning on june 10th. Hunter was sleeping on his bed when he heard his mom call him.

As soon as Nicholas Simon reluctantly opened the door, the darkness both he and his family had managed to avoid for over a month came rushing in, and like a black hole, it absorbed all light and life from those who stood in its devastating path. With it came the realization that life as they knew it would never be the same. They had somehow managed to elude fate, but now it had successfully fashioned itself an interloper, taking up residency within their home, and there was nothing they could do about

The house was a blue vast blur from afar. The blue overpowered just about anything within a near radius of the house. The milk white covering the door and trimming around the windows fir perfectly with the blue. The house was one that spoke with its colors. Although it drowned

“I haven't seen anything up here yet that isn't.” He grabbed the camera and headed for the door.

He led me inside, where I instantly warmed up as I stepped inside. “Make yourself at home, I’ll be right back,” he said as he left to where I’m guessing was the kitchen.

Exiting the room, he made his way down the short hallway to the kitchen. Cool air met his

As they kept walking in ,there were 2 bedrooms and 1 bathroom. The whole cabin was

As I stepped foot into the house, I noticed that there was no longer wood crackling each time I would walk. The house smelt as if you had just bought a new car, and it was a lot bigger. I was happy, but that did

This personification of the house shows that even in the absence of its inhabitants, the house still

While walking in the woods they passed across a dark and gloomy house with all the windows

The house smelled of food constantly, and always bustled with activity. It was only a two story, square, clay house,

The lock made a loud click when it was turned, and swung open to invite the guests into its seemingly beautiful house. The room was dimly lit and awfully quiet. It gave off an eerie essence, as no one else was walking about the house except a pair of footsteps that was making it's way from the stairs on the third floor. Mason looked around unfamiliar surroundings. The walls were lined with velvet tapestry, and the floors were covered in a blood red carpet. The stairs were made of fine oak,

As I entered the building, the depressing atmosphere overwhelmed me. The hallway was hollow; the light was gloomy; the air smelled obnoxious. I wanted to run away.

and stood there for a minute and then turned out the light.’ His house had never seemed so