The House

For many years, the house stood empty and forlorn. The windows had been boarded preventing the sunlight coming in. No welcoming mat lay by the door; laughter was a thing of the past as spiders spun their webs within the gloomy silence. The house stood empty abandoned by most living things and there were those who said spooky goings on went on after night fell in there. No one could prove it because no one would stay there. Only the fool hardy would ever enter after dark. The paintwork pealed and the front door creaked if someone dared to open it. They say the house is haunted, but no one knew by what or who. The house began to crumble as each season came to pass. The glory of its birth lay somewhere in the past and now the crumbling walls would never reveal any of the secrets that it knew. Then a fire started by a hand unseen and the house finally died within its own funeral pyre 15 March 2011