Descriptive Essay On A Secret House

The box, the door, the crumbling brick. It begged me to enter. The house looked mysterious, it looked as if no one has lived in it for several years. I wonder to myself if there is a series of doors behind it, or if there 's a secret world filled with different species of creatures. I slowly place my hand on the door knob and turn it, the door creaks open and it is pitch black. I walk slowly towards the middle of the black air. I run into the hard wall, but luckily enough, I hit the light switch on accident. I look around and there are a bunch of paintings on the wall of creatures I’ve never seen before. I smile and walk towards them and I read the stories underneath them. I go to every painting on every wall until I had read all of them. I was so fascinated

I push it open and then I see and small human like creature with pointy ears. It looks at me for a second before running off into the distance. I squeeze through the tiny doorway, scraping my elbow while doing so. I get up and the ceiling is lower than the other room so I’m not standing up all the way. I walk down the dark hallway and try to find a light switch. I hear a noise behind me, I look back and then there is another noise in front of me, I turn back around and there are five little gremlins. I think back to the paintings, they are called Graylings, I start talking to them to see if they can talk, but they just run off. I run after them and I look back while running and there are 5 more of them behind me. I look back in front of me and the Graylings are gone, there a three doors, a red, a blue, and a black. I have to choose one of them, but which one do I choose. I just have to hope for the best, I walk towards the blue door and place my hand on the door knob. I turn the doorknob and I walk through the door and I fall into a dark