The haunted house

I walked through the haunted house carrying my life in my hand. I was taking a step after another and then was checking whether anything strange was happening as the deafening screams echoed through the cold night. Goosebumps started rising on my soft like cotton skin, and I was sure I could hear my heart beating like drums in fear. Lights started turning on and off. The floors started creaking and the screens started swaying from side to side in the cold breeze. Out of nowhere, communities of ghosts were rising and were hovering in

the air. It was like…

By: Yukta Sree Saravana Kumar, 6A.