It felt like forever until I finally saw something other than willow trees ahead of me. I saw a clearing just down the faded board path. I emerged from the tree line and stepped onto a gravel path. I squinted from the sudden light as I cautiously walked forward.
A distance away, I saw a house atop a small hill. A white picket fence circled around the base of the hill. The fence looked friendly. It looked inviting with its petite size. The wood looked new and fresh. The entire lawn was dead and slightly brown. Compared to the fence, the lawn looked pathetic. Nothing was on the lawn, only the dirt and grass. I scowled. Is today opposite day or something? How is it possible to have a perfect fence and a not so perfect lawn? I pulled away from the thoughts as my gaze focused more on the house.
The house itself looked like it burned down and barely survived from collapsing. It was downright old, rundown, and ugly. There was an eerie feeling to it. The house was deathly quiet like no one had lived there for a long time. Then I noticed something very different. The entire swamp had fell silent, even the breeze stopped. It was as if time itself had stopped for this very moment. I was unsure about everything this house had to offer. Everything put together was uninviting. The whole atmosphere made me feel this way. I walked up to the small gate. I hesitated before I opened it. The place was half good, half evil. I didn't know what to expect.
I opened the gate and approached the house. I was so scared, but I felt like I had to go inside. I opened the door. The first room I saw was probably the living room. It looked like a tornado had recently come through here. Furniture was knocked down on the ground and debris was all over the floor. Something caught my eye, a black cat. It was sitting on a chair at the other side of the room. Its green eyes glinted as it glared back at me. I held my breath, the eyes looked like the eyes my pet cat has. The black cat hissed and jumped off the chair. Its tail stuck straight up in the air as it ran off to somewhere I didn't know. There was no life in the house, but a cat lived here. It scared me because if a pet lived here, then where's the family?
A new thing had caught my attention. A light was coming from the room to my right. I walked in to the room. This looked like the kitchen. I was completely taken by surprise. The kitchen looked like the complete opposite of what it should have been compared to the rest of the house. It looked perfect. The table was set and everything was tidy and dandy. I twisted my face in confusion. Why was the room so different from the rest of the house? A realization hit me. This place was wrong. I didn't know why, but I had to get out of this place. I grew more and more terrified. The whole place had an atmosphere of death to it. I whimpered and closed my eyes tight. Run away. I thought. I ran out of the house as fast as I could. I dashed down the hill and past the friendly white picket fence. I did not close the gate and neither did I look back.
I actually imagined this stuff. =3 I've got one word for this Chapter: creepy.
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