The House.

As i slowly trotted up the path, which was slowly crumbling into a pile of black and grey ruble. A bit like Gravle. As I grew closser and closser to the remainig parts of the house, whis wasnt much. A fer windows and doors had carefully rotted away and left the shattered glass lifless on the grass. this grass was covered in weeds which where as brown as wood. I continued foward, heading straight for the door which was creaking and squeaking on the brokend hinges. There was a massive BANG as the hinges yelleped and snapped. I left the deadly door laying on the cracked and rotting floorboards. i heard light and soft footsteps on the roof above. Then they grew heavier as the creature, as such, strolled closer and closer towards the stairs which had stayed emaculate throgh this tough ordeal. It was there. Right at the top of the stairs. This mutated child, soaked in blood. A knife in its hand. I swung around on my heels. But it was to late. I felt a sharp, shoking pain. I looked down, and there it was, this knife sticking out of my stomach. Then i felt this cold, heartless hand reach inside me. I lost my soul that day.And even worse then that, I died. By Mr Orangutan.