Question

Write a autobiography of deserted house

Answer 1

I walked that road every day on my way to school, and had often glanced at the house but that day I actually stopped to look at it properly. I’m not sure what drew my attention to it, maybe it was the creaking gate or the banging of the door at the end of the path as the wind whistled through it into the house. Something drew me from the pavement towards the overgrown privet hedge, which partially obscured the rotting wooden gate, with the paint peeling from it. As I stepped inside the gate I was astounded by just how unkept it was. The long grass was a wilderness, filled with crisp packets and cans, and any other rubbish that people felt like hurling over