Once there was a haunted house where no one was allowed in.Three boys were tempted to look around but they were scared, the house had a family and they all disappeared. The three kids knew that and they were freaked out. What if they disappeared too? They were on their way there when they got close to an old man and the old man asked them “Where are you lot going?”. “To the haunted house. We were told that it’s really scary and crooked”, answered Adam. “THE HAUNTED HOUSE?!” asked the old man. “Yeah, the haunted house, we’re going to see it”, said Tom. Henry was happy to show how brave he was with the crew. Henry was the youngest one, Tom was the middle one and James the oldest. He was responsible for them. The haunted and crocked house “had a mouth”. They all were scared of this too. they went near and the moon was shining bright, they cut the opening,then they got to the door and it had a sign showing “DANGER”.

 

“Hello” said tom but he was scared that he woke someone up and the other boys said he is a scaredy cat. After they went inside they all went to the living room and sat on a dusty ledge.When the were in the haunted house, Tom saw a broken piano,just hanging,a door that had one nail swinging side to side “It Was Really eerie
” said tom. James went into a bedroom and there was a rusty old bed with no matress and a bag with a dead body in it, that smelt like rotten food from a bin. everyone got together in the middle. They heard a noise and it was a zombie they looked and started screaming, they started running but she got James………..

hours you woke there was a door shutting. From room to room they went, hand in hand, lifting here, opening there, making sure—a ghostly group.

“Here we left it,” he said. And he added,

“Oh, but here too!”

“It’s upstairs,” harry murmured.

“And in the garden,” tom whispered

“Quietly,” they said, “or we shall wake them.”

But it was not that you woke us. Oh, no. “They’re looking for it; they’re drawing the curtain,” one might say, and so read on a page or two.

“Now they’ve found it,” one would be certain, stopping the pencil on the margin. And then, tired of reading, one might rise and see for oneself, the house all empty, the doors standing open, only the wood pigeons bubbling with content and the hum of the threshing machine sounding from the farm.

“What did I come in here for? What did I want to find?” My hands were empty. “Perhaps it’s upstairs then?” The apples were in the loft. And so down again, the garden still as ever, only the book had slipped into the grass.

They went in the garden and no one saw the back part and there were just zombies walking around trying to get a way in. Tom went out to see any sign of them near us…..