Descriptive Essay On The House

Walking to the dingy moving truck I admired the fiery furnace that began to hide behind the sky piercing mountains. It illuminates its red and orange rain across the sky. My eyes lazily drifted from the amazing scenery and took in my surroundings. from left to right, admiring the contrast of the different houses that stood before me, but one stood out like a sore thumb. It was this house old mansion that was disposed at the end of the street. It looked like a house that came out from an ancient fairy tale with its grey stoned walls that crumbled and as it ages and mullioned windows that hid the secrets inside. I was captivated by its beauty as I took a closer look at the crown of the house I could see a dim light on at the top window of the house. Just as I

I immediately became nauseous by the stench and sight of the house. Cobwebs decorated the ceiling and the walls, old newspaper and leaves curled up on the floor and the curtains was wrapped in mold. Apart from the horrendous condition of the house, it was huge. Two stairways ran adjacent to each other which led to the second floor of the house. Not being fully satisfied with my findings, I headed to the left wing of the house which held the living room. A small fireplace was mounted on the wall and what was once white now mud-brown couch formed a “U” around the fireplace. Behind that stood a huge book case that looked untouched for many years. Pictures hanged from their holsters as they dangled with the breeze. Moving back to the entrance, I went to the right wing of the house, which to my discovery is the kitchen. Dishes were piled in the sink like a mountain; garbage scattered everywhere; rats running across the floor like I have disturbed their living arrangements. Cockroaches sprinting for safety in shelves and cupboards. I couldn’t stand to see this so I stalked up the stairs that led to the second floor of the