The House on the corner

Dark shadows loomed overhead, gravestones creaked in the ghastly cold wind, a loud thump came from the top story of the murky prehistoric house. The rusted gate groaned in the ice cold breeze .I became a statue, frozen with fear. I saw something move swiftly behind the cracked window, the door handle turned gradually, the smell of must filled the air, everything stopped, the door bolted open...