The Haunted House - By Mia

As I approached the rusty gates I feel a shiver down my spine. Mist grabs my feet and leads me forward. I can see mist running through the old cracked gravestones. I look up and see the moon looking back down at me. I close my eyes and keep on walking, as I approach the wooden steps I observed them closely. There is mold in the cracks and a spider scampers in front of me, to a place that I can not see. I knock on the door and it flings wide open. The last thing I hear is “ Who is it ”...