Abandoned.Alone.

The house had stood solemn for years now.Its tall,broad chimneys and weeping windows got sadder as each year past.Its glassy panes staring into my windows.I was determined that one night someone would anwser the questions which never left my thoughts.who could have left such a once grand and proud house abandoned?Is there a curse the house carries?Why are there strange noises at night?Was I going mad? I thought that I had already anwsered the last of my questions but that was long ago...This is my story of the house with a supernatural secret.Many stories are from when people travel far and wide all over the earth...But this one happened quite close...In the road I was brought up in...Number.13.

Every night when the wind sorrowfully howled,its old frames would creak and scream as if in pain.But sometimes it would howl back to the wind in a long mournful cry.

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To my teacher for getting me this far and to others who have gone off into the night to investigate scary places.