Haunted House On The Lake Creative Writing

It was Halloween, the day when everything can happen, irrespective of whether you believe in it or not. Being a skeptical person I have never believed into all these scary tales and gossips about ghosts, witches and other spiritual creatures. However, that was the very day when I decided to see everything with my own eyes…
There is a haunted house on the edge of the city near the lake, which has been uninhabited for several decades. Rumor has it that a happy family used to live there but, one day, without any evident reason they disappeared, having left all their personal belongings and valuables. Some people say that they were killed and buried in the yard by some prisons, while others are convinced that they were taken by ghosts which belong to the house.
The house itself was a lopsided, dilapidated flimsy structure, a real eye sore of our neighborhood. Inside it did look like an old tomb with huge holes in the walls, cobweb everywhere, infestation of mice and other unknown to me insects. At the same time there was something mysterious and catching about this house.
My friends and I have always steered clear of this house, however, that was the day when we decided to drop in. Mystic started from the very beginning – when we approached the door it burst open, slowly, with a horrible creak, as if a claw like hand fell heavily upon the handle. From the very first step we did know that someone or something was watching us – we heard a damped laughter echoing along the stairs, some doors accidentally creaked open, drafts as if appeared from the nowhere, each and everything did give us a sign to leave the building, but something magnetic forced us to stay there for a while. We were wondering around the house as if we were wondering about somebody’s life – some old pictures on the walls, toys on the floor and other trifles – everything was like in a movie. The smell was another inevitable part of the scene, strange and piercing stench cloaked the whole building, we tried to cover our noses with a piece of cloth, but it was worthless. We did feel that smell soaking into our clothes and skin, smoothly dissolving in the darkness.
At first we tried to concentrate, but we realized that all the feelings were scattered – ears were constantly gripping some hair-raising and terrifying noises, nose was overwhelmed by the stench as if from the sewage, eyes were blinded by darkness and dust, our feet were numb, were could hardly walk along the house, and our minds… minds were trapped…
…we realized that we were really trapped in this lonely tower, every sound made our hair stand on end and icy chills raised down our spines. Suddenly…we saw a ghostly form dripping into blackness of the hall…at that very moment our hearts leapt into our throats, so that we could not whisper a sound. At that very moment we were real tornados rushing from that house knocking down everything on our way to freedom. It was only an hour later and five miles from that place when we caught our breath. We do not know what that figure was, and probably will never know, but that very feeling will stay with us forever…