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write a essay on haunted house word limit 250​

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Answered by Aryan123Agrawal
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The haunted house

The scariest house that I have ever been was right next to my aunt 's house when I was almost 10 years old. An old lady with her cat used to live there. One day the lights went off, and you couldn’t hear any noise or see anybody. It looked like she left the house alone but no one really knew her and it was also common to see the house a few days abandoned. But this time was different and worse; it looked like she passed away but everyone was afraid to ask. No one went to the house and the only move that you could see was her black cat which used to sleep in the porch right next to the door. If you were walking and had to pass right in front of the gray and scratchy house you could feel the cat looking at you. People started to say that something was wrong in the house and it looked like haunted by the old lady.

One day no so far when the lady disappeared, some children from the neighborhood were playing and I was with them, but we heard someone asking for help. We weren 't sure if the sound were coming from the old lady’s house, but we went anyway even though I wasn’t sure if that was the correct thing to do, but they insisted that nothing would happened if we go together and see what was going on inside. The cat wasn 't in the porch anymore. As we walked you could smell the death grass and the scary view of the naked trees. We finally got to the stairs of the porch but every step that we did sounded like broken and empty. The glass in the windows was broken and the door was scratch too. As soon as we all got to the door it opened but no one was behind. One of the children run away crying and screaming he was too afraid to go inside.

Step by step we pass the door and we were already inside the house. Carefully ...

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...etcher. She was alive and the cat was right next to her. The doctor couldn 't explain who she survived all of this days because she was unable to move and to speak, but now she was finally safe.

The police discovered that she didn’t have any family left, and she couldn 't be left alone anymore. They decided to moved her to and adult day center and years later she died. The police also inform us that she was an important artist and all the sculpture in the house were her life work but she disappear and no one knew what happened to her. The city decided to make a museum in her house with all her collection. Even years later after the house was repaired and turn into a museum, those who really know the story are afraid of get into the house. The cat still around the house and everyone that has been inside the museum feel like the sculpture are alive and looking at them.

Answered by namrapatowarisl
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We heard from the locals that the old house at the end of the street is haunted. It was once the residence of a very shady person , but now none of them  stay there. The house was therefore vacant for years now. It was Surrounded by dry shrubs. Out of curiosity me and my friend hina decided to find out the truth about it. So one fine evening we packed our stuff to stay the night there. We brought  a flashlight, sleeping bag , snacks, a camera  and a compass.

The beginning of the night nothing happened. We sat and enjoyed our snacks and chatted.

Soon it was midnight. We weren't sleepy. But still we prepared to sleep in our sleeping bags. We tried to sleep but we could not sleep. There seems to be a cold atmosphere  around us. The darkness was suffocating , and the silence seemed to scream. Suddenly there was a strange low groan coming from upstairs.

We were too scared to go up to check. So we lay down quietly  hoping the noise would go away covering our heads . It didn't stop.  In fact, it was initially getting louder and closer. Then it sounded like someone was groaning. Hina jumped out of her sleeping bag and lit the torch.

We could see nothing around just the old ruined walls. Suddenly there was a loud thud upstairs and there were loud screams. We also screamed on top of our lungs and got out of the house and ran as fast as we could, leaving behind everything had brought with us. The hair on the back of my head stood on end for hours afterward.  After that day we never even looked at the house. My father had to go get the stuff we had left  there. I still can't figure out what it really is.

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