I pushed open the door of the black iron fence and a shrill screech sounded as I closed it behind me. As I walked up the narrow driveway I could see my breath hanging in the cool morning air. The house was old, the windows were boarded up and had cobwebs in every corner. The bare trees scratched and scraped against the large, dark house, as the wind howled below. I zipped up my jacket when the wind started to pick up and then took out the key my grandfather had once given me, I carefully slid it into the gold padlock on the doors.
As I was about to open the door the strong winter wind took another blow and opened it for me, it unveiled the once beautiful mansion that now collects dust. The old wooden floors creaked and whined as I carefully walked in. All the furniture was covered in white sheets, I could almost taste the dust in my mouth as I pulled off a sheet from one of the chairs. It smelled dirty and musty. I started to uncover other things, like paintings and other furniture.
Yet out of all the things I found, my two favorites were a handmade grandfather clock and an old bookcase!I like the grandfather clock because it filled the creepy silence of the house with a slow, yet graceful “Tick-Tock. ” The bookcase I liked because the books make a beautiful display even with the gritty and dusty covers. The crinkly pages were fragile, so I carefully handled them while trying to read the faded words. Then I saw the magnificent gold staircase! I felt the cold slippery brass railing as I walked up the winding staircase, as I found another floor my curiosity grew even more, and I started my adventure all over again. The house was marvelous truly marvelous.
