A Haunted House

It was raining heavily and I dashed towards a deserted house in search of shelter. The door was left ajar and as I pushed it open, I came into full view of an abandoned house. I do not know whether it was the thick layer of dust covering each object or the eerie misty air of the room but it instilled an atmosphere of absolute horror in my heart. Still wondering if I had made the right move, I observed that a long and narrow passage opened into a huge hall, which was of no great interest. it did not have much furniture and the little it had was covered with a thick blanket of dust, hardly making them visible. the ceilings were draped with spider webs. the windows were covered with torn old curtains which were trying to keep up with the lashing rain against them. there was a flight of stairs from the center of the hall to the upper floor, which I dared not to climb. altogether the hall wore a melancholy look which quite disheartened me, so I proceeded to the room in the passage.

It was a very small room with walls adorned with shelves of various sizes, containing curious objects. two of the adjoining walls contained these enormous shelves and one was exactly opposite to an open window. on examing those objects (they were curious because the dust has covered their identity), I saw that they were antique silver and bronze articles. Each of these objects was a beauty deprived of glaze, due to the thick layer of dust that engulfed it. I could plainly see that the owner of the house, who has deserted it and the beautiful articles of silver and bronze, had taken good care of them and polished it so brilliantly that even as I shook it retained some of its former glory.

As a connoisseur of arts, I immediately sat down to admire them. Placing it in its should-be position, my attention was quickly drawn to a bronze model of a woman in a dancing posture. suddenly I noticed something black moving in the reflection of the silver plate. I quickly turned around and what I saw sent shivers down my spine. within the frame of the window, there was a face peering at me. it was the most extraordinary face that I had ever seen in all my life. the eyes I could not see, for they were covered with a lack hood but the face was pale and had thin lips that looked very cruel. the pallor of the complexion was very unusual and unearthly for any human being to have.

I was too frightened to move and stood rooted to the spot. I wanted to scream but no voice came out of my throat. I could not think of anything for all my attention was focused on that black figure.was it real or was it just my imagination? I do not wish to dwell on that topic but let me continue.

It disappeared almost just as it had appeared. I regained my control over my body, gathering all my courage, and decided not to even stay a single second more in this god-forsaken house. while going back along the passage, I suddenly remembered that I had kept my purse on the table near the door. that purse contained very important papers that I dared not leave behind. Dreading every step, I entered the room and what I saw was something I least expected to see.

It was raining furiously outside and as the lighting broke outside the house, I saw the silhouette of that figure which I had seen at the window inside the room. I grabbed the purse without further delay. I ran through the passage and out of the door. I took shelter under a shed, for it was raining cats and dogs but anything was better than the premise of that house. I knew I could not sleep but I decided to lie down. suddenly water poured onto my face.

 I opened my eyes to see my most idiotic brother in front of me"Sis, wake up. mom is calling you it is 10:30" he said as he ran out of the room. As I came out of the room yawning my grandpa said he will take me to the farm he had promised me if I get ready by 11:30. I had a quick bath and a stomach full of breakfast after which I changed my dress to my outdoor casual dress of shirt and a jeans pant. I got into the car and set off for the farm. The farm had many banana plants, tapioca trees, mango trees, and many more. At the end of my visit, the car's dicky was filled with all sorts of stuff you could have got on our farm. I got outside and stretched a little. As I was stretching I saw a house. A house that my blood to freeze. A house that sent shivers down my spine and...

It was the same house that I saw in my dream!!!

I asked my grandpa in total horror about the house{biggest mistake of life:( }."Oh! that house? Well, it is said that the owner of the house had led a strange life, never mingling with anybody and always keeping to his house. He had loved to collect silver and bronze articles." he started saying" After he died, which is a mystery to this day, his relative sold the house and the new owners could not even stay for a single day. they said they had seen a figure in his favorite room - his antique collection room - that has almost driven them out of the house!" he finished with a blank look in his eyes.

And I stood there just like a state frozen by the mystery in front of me.