• The house looked haunted. The old home was gated off by thin onyx bars, which reminded people of little forks that demons would hold. The entrance gate is broken, barely holding on; but upon opening, it felt like the sounds of thousands of lost souls screaming out not to enter the building. The path of stones, dirtied over the years, are black with long weeds peeking out, scratching your legs as though making them feel like the dead are reaching out and touching you. The nearby trees are grey as though life have been banished from them. The plants are willowed, drooping as though all hope is gone; the roses have lost the deep blood color to a nasty brown, with no luck for them to ever come back. Walking up the hill did not feel as if one was going up to heaven but to another level of despair; the home the color of raven’s noir feathers comes into view. Large windows that must have once been beautiful are now cracked with dirt. Most are covered with wood, as though to block any specters from leaving the house. Others have thick looking grey shades and, some say that they can see it move at night and that a woman stares out as though searching for prey. The old gothic door usually makes people run, for it has the signs that could it be of witchcraft. On the door is the head of a devil without eyes, holes that seem to suck in your soul. If you are brave enough to make it to the doorbell, pressing it is a horrible choice. It’s a loud, deep tone that could wake even the dead. Even the crows fly away as if to warn you. Everything goes quiet. The silence makes you feel as if you went deaf. Then, a creak as the old gothic doors open, facing you with darkness and the result: No one will ever see you again.