Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-31218595-20170506022814

There is a house on a street it was a very old one it had rotting wood the fence was falling over like a drunken man, the house creaked on occasion but not to often. No one really came near it they were probably fearful of whatever was inside. Sometimes children will go up to the fence and touch it then run back as fast as their little legs can carry them. Yet one evening a young boy came to the door, it was odd that he did not run back out when he touched the door instead he just opened it.

He opened the door slowly and cautiously he did it so carefully the old door did not creek. As soon as he made his first step into the house he turned on a little torch. The boy began to walk, he seemed a bit on edge as he walked.

Every time the old floorboards creaked he would slightly stop but keep on walking shining the torch light on his surroundings. He came across a door and opened it he found an old kitchen, it was full of dust and cobwebs and he noticed how the silverware was out lying on the counter he left, that room seemingly wanting to look for more rooms.

The boy came across another door he then opened the old door to see what was on the other side, he shined the torch in the room to see what was in there. What was in there was a small bed and old drawings that seem to have survived the time of being covered in dust, he went to look at them to see what they were. He could see that they were family portraits drawn by a child.

The house creaked eerily and on hearing that the boy scurried out of the room and found staircase, he did not seem to have any common sense for if he had some he would not go up some old wooden steps that creak every time he steps on them and that could fall under his weight. Surprisingly he made it to the top of the staircase without any problems he kept walking along with his torch still shining he found another room but the door was open it seemed to be less dusty and had no cobwebs it seems to be an adult room, it was odd how this room is more neater than the others had seemed.

The room had a fancy and big mirror he walked up to and saw the reflection of the torchlight, himself and something odd he thought he was alone but something was it mirror with him it had piercing golden eyes and seemed very shadows like and what he saw was me. 