...the rusty gate creaked and I stood before the haunted house. It was made entirely of black bricks. The garden was covered in burned grass and there were grey gravestones scattered about. There were bats swirling around the tumbledown roof. All of a sudden, zombies crawled out of the graves and surrounded me. I stood there frozen with fear. Below me I caught sight of a shotgun. I bent down in a hurry and picked up the rusty, old gun and I loaded it and fired four bullets at once and killed four zombies. Then I went into the dusty house. The floorboards were rotting and they were full of holes. If I walked normally the floorboards would snap. Dust was falling from the ceiling which was also made of wooden boards. Then I ran out and drove back home, relieved to have escaped the zombies.