By day, it was empty. By night, it was haunted.
The house was old and caving in.
It was ancient, and it smelled awful, and it was musty.
It was hidden behind large, forbidding trees.
It was a careless house.
The walls were coming down.
One touch could send it toppling to the ground.
Shattered glass and rusted nails were its greatest qualities.
It was gray, and rotting, and ugly.
It was my favorite place in the world.
"This House," copyright 2022 Amelia Cotter (first published in This House: The True Story of a Girl and a Ghost)