The haunted house

The leaves swayed and billowed drastically rightwards and leftwards

in the wind direction, giving out murmurous rustle that had broken
down silentness of night. The crisp air wafted towards me, bringing
a fresh smell of plants and flowers, along with a feeling of
reassurance and relaxation from daily pressure.

As always when I got back from the working place I was walking on
the path to my home again. There were no murmur of animals, no
sight of people, and no trace of aliveness. I was alone, completely
alone, again. Suddenly, a quirky sound rang faintly in my ear, and I
felt a brush of air whipping against my back with coldness bristled
across my shoulders. I stood still with fear and nervousnessnot
daring to move forward. I looked around with awareness and
thoughtlessly caught a glimpse of an old house, it seemed to be
abandoned and even slightly separated from other living organisms
and everything around it, throwing off a sense of mystery and
isolation. As soon as I approached it, I realized the change of nature.
The sky turned to be even more dark grey and the somber
atmosphere started to threaten everything beneath it with lightings.
However, this didnt stop me from moving towards the old strange
house. Was it the uncommon appearance? Was it curiosity? Or was
it something else?

I stepped into the desolated garden of the house and surprisingly, I

found the house unlocked. A gloom and deadly silence passed over
my back as I entered the forsaken and slightly moist room. There
was an old fashioned telephone sat still on a table resting on a pile
of even older directories, framed prints of sea scenes and
landscapes on the walls.
Hello
The single word spoken loudly echoed awkwardly in the empty
place; I didnt get an answer, I wasnt even expecting one. The
moonlight was kept out from black clouds, struggling to penetrate
the darkness within the room. There was only a light bulb seemly to
flicker out responding me. In front of me there was frazzle stair for
going up, I climbed it one riser at a time and tiptoed along the
corridor that faces directly the dead-end room. The wooden door
was completely open as a violent force pushed it. It was tinted with
weird red mark deeply into the wood, I walked closer and it was now
that I realized they were marks of blood. I felt I was a powerless fly
being trapped inside a thickly dotted spider web. I glanced around
terrified and horrifiedhalf-baked windows, covered by a muddy
layer of dust and smudge; trashy clock stood steady on the desk, its
pointer no longer worked. I continued shifting to my right hand side
and without any physiological preparation I found a yellowing letter
laying on the table beside the clock, with MURDER titled on the
envelope. With burning curiosity, I opened it and discovered it was
blueprints of how the homicide would be completed and a list of
peoples name with some drips of blood on the blank space. I stood
in the center of the room listening to the cymbal clash of my own
heartbeat.

Out on the landing there was a furtive scuffling noise, I couldn't

identify what had made it; just knew that it shouldn't have been
made at all, this didnt made me any more comfortable. I didnt
recognize it as something like illusion, though the sound what had
just produced seemed unreal, like the eccentric events of a dream
fading rapidly from memory. Instinctively I ducked, pulling myself
backwards and bumped against something.

I turned around, a rush of fear ran down my spine as I vaguely saw a

woman in a black scarf flashed past in the mirror.