The House That Swayed

The house that swayed I walked up to the swaying house.
The wind was blowing my hair away from my face. I walked up to the door shaking and shivering
in fear. I walked up the stairs at the front door. I lightly knocked on the door. There was no answer. I slowly crept back down the stairs and out to the lawn only to see the door had started creaking open. I walked up to it a little quicker this time and walked inside.

 I looked around. There was a swirling staircase with a flickering chandelier hanging above. There were branches knocking at the door asking to come in. I lightly walked up the stairs.

The house started swaying as I took one step at a time up the staircase. The old broken wood kept creaking as if it was telling me to go faster. Suddenly I got wafted with the stench of dead rats. I was shaking at this point. I could not do this anymore! I had to get out of here! I flew down the stairs and ran out the front door. It was pitch black and the only thing I could see was the flickering chandelier. The wind started to pick up. Then the house started swaying and waving goodbye.