The Haunted House By K. Broad
“What would my Mum think?” thought Chris.
Of course she’d be worried but also extremely
angry if she found out what he’d been up to. He
knew he shouldn’t be here. He knew he
shouldn’t be alone.
“My friends certainly won’t tease me again!” he
considered.
Not if he could get proof that he had been in the
Haunted House.
As he peered into the stale smelling room, the silvery
moonlight shone brightly in through the small, narrow
window. The pane of glass was cracked and covered in
dusty cobwebs, but he could still see clearly, as if it
were day.
He scanned his eyes from one corner to the other,
looking for any signs of danger. Oddly enough, apart
from it being rather dusty and old fashioned, the room
appeared to be much more homely than he had
expected.
“What’s all the fuss about?” wondered Chris.
Chris felt his heart beating fast and every pulse
seemed to be making him shake from head to
toe. He was afraid, yet strangely excited.
“What will I find? What will my friends think?
Will they be impressed?” he wondered.
With his heart pounding furiously and his hands
trembling with anticipation, he plucked up the
courage to step further inside. He pushed the
door open slowly. It creaked, a long low creak
that seemed to go on forever. Breathing deeply,
he moved forwards.
Inside, he could now see a large doorway with
two doors, one either side. The hallway led
straight ahead, into the room he had anxiously
examined only moments earlier. Looking up
through the broken window, he could see the
moon. It was a full moon and against the
blackness of the sky, it looked like a torch. A
torch that was shining down upon him. It made
him feel safe and strangely protected from the
dangers that might face him in this old, and
supposedly haunted house.
He noticed that the hallway had an old fashioned hat stand
standing proudly next to the door on the right. I don’t expect that
has been used for a long time he thought to himself. Chris then
turned his attention towards the other door. It was ever so
slightly ajar.
“I wonder if someone had left it open” Chris thought.
Had someone come in here before him? He stopped and listened
intently, in case he could hear anything from inside the
mysterious room.
Chris was starting to breathe heavier and his palms were
sweating with fear. The stillness and silence of the old house had
swallowed him and he stood motionless outside the open door.
“Should I turn and run, or am I braver than that, can I go into the
dusty forgotten room?” Chris considered to himself.
Chris bravely walked towards the door. It was a bit more of a tip
toe than a walk really. He felt as though his heart was pounding
loudly enough for all the world to hear him there. He reached out
slowly to grasp the door handle.
Suddenly, Chris heard a muffled thud. It came from inside the
room. Chris froze.
“What was that noise? Or was it just my imagination playing
tricks on me?”
He waited there silently for it to happen again, but it didn’t.
After a few minutes Chris decided that he had to continue. His
curiosity was too much for him to bear. He had come this far. He
had to explore the rest of the house, although he wasn’t sure what
the house had in store for him. What if it really was haunted?
“What if I never make it out alive?” he wondered.