Gothic Setting

I stood anxiously in front of dead, dull, empty building. The tall trees loomed over the overgrown grass. The building hid beyond the beckoning trees encouraging any who walked by to come in( although there were never many that pasted by). It’s wide mouth snapped shut as a squirrel scurried in. The wind howled and pushed viciously. The paint from the gate was peeling off and the mansion was dressed in tangled vines and sticky moss. At night the trees dance and their arms waved. The house was a cold grey colour with ancient windows pitch black with muck.

The house was surely dead as a door mouse but a creepy, strong spirit seemed to linger. The clouds made me anxious and worried. The grass was tall, thick and full of nettles. The tips of the grass were like sharps spears. Lightning struck the house but nothing happened. ”Come right in,” it said, “ You’ll like it,”. I restrained from skipping right into the trap. The house’s broad friendly mouth silently creaked open with a slight squeak. The tall, black gate was old ad delicate. This house was old, dead, filthy and messy.

It had holes in the roof from lighting bolts. It felt rough and scaly. It felt almost like a tree trunk layers up layers of filthy paint. Tall pillars towered over me distressed and anxious. A small cross sat on the very top of. the house. Maybe representing it was a church or religious place