Out of
curiosity, Alson and Junhui entered a dilapidated house. A musty and stale odour lingered in the
air. They were not afraid. Using their handkerchiefs, they covered their
noses as they walked further into the abandoned house. The living room was full of cobwebs and huge
hairy spiders. In a corner was a suite of broken furniture covered with thick
layers of dust. The cushions were badly gnawed by rats. The mouldy curtains were swaying in tandem
with gusts of howling wind. The floor was
infested with an army of cockroaches and ants.
Undeterred,
the boys decided to venture upstairs.
The floorboards creaked nosily as small clouds of dust swirled around
their feet. Suddenly, the cold and dead
fireplace lit up with flames. The old
chandelier flickered on and off again and again. Wild dogs started barking gruffly. The ancient grandfather’s clock started
chiming. Heavy iron chains were heard
dragging against the floor. Bats which
were hanging upside down began fluttering around the ceiling and rats scurried
across the room, squeaking uneasily.
Then, ghostly figures rose from the ground and their wails ricocheted
off the walls mournfully. Shaking like a
leaf, the two boys fled like the wind and ran out of the haunted house.
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