The wind was howling furiously, leavng leaves skittering accross the street. As I walked up to the big, crooked, old black door I heard a noise somewhere off on the otherside of the porch. Unwillingly, I slowly turned my head towards the noise… weew! Nothing was there, I was so relieved. I nervously began to climb up the stairs to that creepy old door.
I heard that weird scraping nosie again.
I was begginning to get really creeped out. I swallowed hard and just as i got to the door, I heard the noise for the 3rd time! Only this time, That awful scraping noise was right behind me! Slowly I turned around and…. Meow! That was it! I jumped up and bolted off the porch, into the dead, yellow grass and into the street. As I walked down the street I told myself” I am never going back to that house again!”